A narrow section of the ICW going through the Florida panhandle-  sand and scrubby pines, sort of like the outer Cape.  Saturday we stopped in a quiet bay east of Panama City, and are still here puttering around.  There are 12-volt lights in the kitchen.  The motor on the dinghy works.  We're swimming, but have yet to step on any oysters.  The next town away is Apalachicola, where oysters have a big presence.  So we're just delaying the inevitable.