Every time I'm in Florida's panhandle, I have a little daydream about moving to a shack on the water and watching the sun go down every night, then building a bonfire and watching the stars as I listen to the water lap at the powdery sand. The reality is I can't afford a beach cottage anywhere in Florida, and, given the panhandle's history with hurricanes, I don't really want to live on the edge of land up there, anyway. But, man, what a fantasy. The shrimp tastes fresher there, the beer tastes colder, and stars seem brighter. Things feel simpler, far less crowded, and more easygoing, too. So, instead of moving, I escape whenever I can to one of the glorious state parks that offer campsites in earshot of those gentle waves. St. Joseph Peninsula State Park ranks as one of my top places to see the sun go...