I love how beaches used to be. When I was a kid, we went to Pensecola each summer for a week. Seven humans and two dogs squeezed into an Oldsmobile. My dad went to work at a conference, while we played. We rented a dumpy, cheap beach house with cockroaches. We tracked sand onto the peeling linoleum floors, slammed the creaky screen doors, slept on the lumpy mattresses, played on the beach all day, and generally had a fabulous time. (That was the early years; later, we stayed at nicer places.) I bet those old ugly houses aren't on Santa Rosa Island anymore.
little motel where we stayed for our anniversary was much the same -- old, tired, cheap, unique, fun, friendly, perfectly adequate. I'm so very thankful there's still some Old Beach thriving here. You also see nicer trailers and RVs, and they're welcome, of course.