Watercolor is one of many beaches along 30-A. 30-A is a road that runs south of 98 along the coast; it stretches from just west of Panama City to east of San Destin. Along this road are many small beaches. If you are driving along 30-A, it is hard to tell where one beach ends and the next begins. The one beach that is most well known is Seaside. Seaside is a hustle and bustle of tourists. On major holidays it gets really busy and is hard to drive through there for all the people crossing the street to the beach, which is why we chose Watercolor.
Unfortunately, the house is not on the beach side of 30-A (we could not afford one of those). It is in a kind of neighborhood. I like to call it a "village," and is quite a distance from the beach. Since it is so far from the beach, many residents rent a golf cart to carry their chairs and other accoutrements to the beach. Well, the dentist said we are not renting a golf cart. Why would we do that when we have a Poaris Ranger? My answer to that was "because our Polaris Ranger is camoflogue and is gas powered, therefore very loud." The golf carts are quiet and battery powered and fit nicely into the subdued Watercolor community. The Ranger belongs in the woods pulling out a dead deer. I was mortified. I could not believe he actually wanted to bring this thing that screams " some red necks comin' up in here, up in here!"
This community is a conglomerate of house after house right on top of each other. We had not actually been to this house since the one time we looked at it and decided to rent it, which was over a month ago. Needless to say, we could not remember where our house was. So picture this...it is Memorial Day; vacationers are everywhere. The dentist rolls up in his loud diesel truck with a camaflogue all-terrain vehicle on the back of it. Heads were turning everywhere. I could see people pointing and from inside my vehicle I could see folks say "look at that," or "what is that?" We drove down street after street passing house after house. Vacationers sat on their porches enjoying an afternoon beverage praying to the God's above the people driving that loud truck pulling that machine were not moving into the house next door to them.
Finally we found our dwelling, unloaded our Ranger and moved in. We have driven around the area twice since we took up residence in this yuppie neighborhood. So far no one has complained. It was nice packing our junk in it and making it down to the beach, too bad we can't drive it on the beach. I think it would be a hit down there. We might could even charge for beach rides. Stay tuned for more details on the Ranger escapades.