If It's Thursday, It Must Be GolfFeb 21, 2008
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King's Bay Sub Base
| Sorry but no pics today. Even tho it was in the 70's it was cloudy so we didn't want to disappoint you. Actually we didn't want to embarrass ourselves by taking pictures of our rusty golf swings. Yes, we golfed today, before the rains came. Actually we had to finish the last 3 holes in rain which was not fun. You see, GA, at this time of the year, is notorius for sand nats and when it rains, they swarm. Yuk!! Rain will be ending by morning when it will turn sunny with a high of 80. Back to Kings Bay Sub Base and their golf course. A rather nice course to boot! We must tell all of you of our find yesterday. You see, since we are on the coast, we expect fresh caught fish. So, not knowing the area, we stopped in at the St. Mary's visitor center over the weekend and asked where to find fresh fish to buy. First the dear lady said the best place was at Publix, the local grocery store. Ah, not exactly since we have no idea where the fish came from. I think the lady took pity on us and told us of a small store out in the middle of nowhere going to nowhere. The directions were easy enough; all we had to do was go west on Rt. 40 to Rt. 17 then north on 17 until we saw this run down gas station. That's where we'd find fresh fish! We were incredulous; fresh fish in a run down gas station out in the middle of no where, going no where. We were assured that folks from all around went there and that the product was very reliable. Not to be deterred, we headed west on 40 yesterday then north on 17. Lo, just 5 miles north on 17 on the left was an old gas station painted white. Out front was a hand made sign indicating fresh fish for sale. We had arrived. With a little trepidation we parked and walked up to the wide open entry. There before our eyes was an older woman scurrying around among a half dozen or so large white coolers full of fresh seafood, sitting on mounds of chipped ice. The woman answered our questions as she flew about the inside of the gas station, err, fish store. Yes, this was the place and it's called The White House Seafood. After much Q&A she (Karen) finally calmed down. She and her husband bought the business two years ago but the business has been in operation over 30 years. They lease both clam and oyster beds from the government and do their own harvesting (and recycling of shells); they also fish the shrimp themselves and buy fresh fin fish from local fishermen each day. We selected a whole red snapper and some grouper fillets, both of which were only a day old. Kindly Karen cut off the head of the snapper and cleaned it of scales for us. After marinating the snapper for a couple hours it went on the grill. Oh, so goooood!!! The grouper will be devoured on Monday. Then back to The White House for more. What a grand adventure and reward!! The rain is really coming down right now, making the camper a touch noisy. Luckily I'm typing and not talking! Take care all and hope you have good eats like we have. |
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