I really liked Apalachicola, while there are plenty of tourists it is still at heart a small town of artists, old hippies and travelers that have found a home in the oyster capital of the world.
In the morning I headed over to Jack’s farm in Sopchoppy about an hour away. I grew up in the middle of nowhere upstate ny and even by my standards this farm is out there. The driveway is a good mile of dirt double track.
I think I spent most of my time there sitting around the kitchen table talking with Jack and the other farm hands about everything from mechanics, philosophy, farming, religion and much, much more. Jack is a truly incredible man, he spent 30 years sailing the caribbean, moved back and started an organic farm which at about 70 years old he is only now considering may be a little much to do by himself.
Originally from Alaska he was last working in Texas and had all of his tools loaded on his truck ready to head to Florida to help with the hurricane damage when everything was stolen. So, he took his bicycle instead, pulling his old bulldog in a trailer behind him.
After a bit over a week I had to leave, I had made plans to meet friends in New Orleans.
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