I'm not gonna lie — sometimes there are places I visit that I don't want to write about.
Not because they're bad or boring (though I've been to plenty of those places, too), but because they are so pretty and so undiscovered that I don't want you to know about them. I want to keep them to myself, like a secret.
One of these places is The Beach I'm Not Supposed to Tell You About.
I'm not supposed to tell you about this beach because there are no hotels or chain restaurants nearby.
I'm not supposed to tell you about this beach because there are never hundreds of sunburnt tourists crowding the sand.
I'm not supposed to tell you about this beach because there are no big parking lots, souvenir stands, or even lifeguards to be found.
I'm not supposed to tell you about this beach because I don't want you to ruin it.
I've been to this beach on Florida's Gulf Coast twice now, both for family reunions. And I fall in love with it more each time.
I fall in love with its almost-white sand; with its piles of seaweed pushed up on the shore; with its gently curving shape and warm water; with its hundreds of crabs that scuttle around at night.
With the fact that you don't know about it.
I'm not going to tell you the name of this beach. You could easily figure it out, of course (for example, it may or may not have been the subject of July 6th's Photo of the Week), but I'm going to leave at least a little bit of mystery for now.
I just want you to know that places like this do, in fact, still exist in the world — places untouched by mass tourism and development where even a seasoned traveler like me can go to escape from the rest of the world every now and then.
Do YOU have any secret places like this?