Grew up spending the better part of the summer, all of fall/spring break with my grandparents in the panhandle. They lived in niceville which is just across the bay from Destin and FWB. Used to be a bunch of retired folk, and really good locals. Some local boggies( what they called rednecks). It was a nice town.
Now it’s a bunch of Mexicans, blacks, and crack/meth heads. Town is a shiit hole now. Trailers and run down houses.
Still have family there and they are hopefully gonna get out soon
I had a bunch of fun though fishing, shrimping, flounder gigging, and shooting stuff. Papa had a bay boat and a offshore boat. Wish times hadn’t changed the way they had
You could not pay/convince me to live there. They offered me a good job in a er there. Screw florida
