🚙 Beach to Burgers: A Misfit Saturday
A record from July 19, 2025 — sand, sun, and Twin Peaks
We had a dinner plan. Just a casual group meetup with some of the Florida Offroad Misfits down at Twin Peaks in Altamonte Springs. But if you know us, you know we weren’t going to take the direct route.
So we built our own route — slow, scenic, and sandy. A few beach stops. A few quiet detours. A day that was about the drive just as much as the destination.
☀️ Stop 1: Boneyard Beach (Big Talbot Island)
The driftwood always steals the show here — twisted, sun-bleached trunks strewn across the shore like nature’s sculpture park. We walked slow. No rush. Just took in the strange, beautiful quiet of it all. There’s something grounding about this beach — maybe because it feels a little forgotten. The kind of place that asks nothing of you but presence.
🛶 Stop 2: Dames Point Park
This one’s more tucked in — part boat ramp, part riverbank. We didn’t stay long, just enough to stretch the legs and feel the breeze off the water. The sky was starting to shift, cloud cover rolling in slowly, but the heat held. Shana said it felt like “pre-storm humidity.” She was right.
🏖️ Stop 3: St. Augustine Beach
Classic. Familiar. We hit the A Street access as usual and rolled onto the sand. Just a short pause here — enough to listen to the surf, look for a few shells, and watch the tide roll in like it always does. These little stops are what make the longer drives feel more like adventures than errands.
🍔 Stop 4: Twin Peaks, Altamonte Springs
We rolled in just a few minutes before the group started arriving. Familiar faces. New rigs. A couple of trail stories. This wasn’t a wheeling day, but it felt like the same crew — people who get it. Who know the difference between flexing and showing up. We ate. We talked gear. We swapped ideas about where to head next.
It’s good to have a group that understands the lifestyle — where even the dinner meetups feel like part of the journey.
🌊 Stop 5: Daytona Beach (Evening Drift)
On the way back, we weren’t ready to head straight home. So we punched in Daytona and made one last detour. By the time we hit the sand, the sun was already working its way down. Fewer people. Softer air. The kind of beach moment that doesn’t need to be loud to be memorable.
We didn’t film much. Didn’t need to. Sometimes it’s enough to just be there.
🏁 Home
Pulled in late, tired but steady. The truck was sandy. Our skin still felt sun-warm. It wasn’t the kind of day that makes headlines — just one that lingers quietly in the back of your mind, in all the best ways.
A record, not a reason.