Like its river, Apalachicola is sleepy on its surface but a-bubble beneath.
We arrived on Feb. 1. This is written on Feb. 13. In that interval, and just within the Apalach limits, we have observed license plates from an astounding 32 states and two Canadian provinces: Our own Pennsylvania license plate and those of Floridians, plus Michigan, Wisconsin, Texas, Georgia, Ontario, Indiana, Missouri, Rhode Island, Quebec, Nebraska, Colorado, Alabama, Tennessee, Massachusetts, Maine, Delaware, New York, North Carolina, Illinois, Vermont, Kentucky, Washington state, Iowa, Minnesota, Kansas, Maryland, Connecticut, Oklahoma, Louisiana, North Dakota and Arkansas.
And we weren’t even looking all that hard!
Such a cosmopolis in such an apparent latter-day Mayberry is remarkable… and portentous. This is not The Villages or Naples, or even Panama City. But people deliberately and specifically come here from all over there, and not by accident.
Other Florida venues tout themselves as places to “do” things. Apalach is a place to “be.”