Image: The pilings were the last reminder of Amesport Landing at Miramar Beach. Photo by Maria Demarest.
And to pass the slow moving days in Miramar back in the 1970s, some of the locals met at funky Albert’s hotel where they sat beside the picture windows, had a drink (or three), and tried to out-guess each other on how long the pilings would be visible to the naked eye. I know, I know, I’ve shared that story with you before. I still love it, though.