Then there is the water everyone photographs. The sand at Destin is almost pure Appalachian quartz, washed down the rivers over millions of years and ground to a fine sugar white; against it the Gulf turns the clear, lit-from-within green that gave the whole shoreline its name. A Fort Walton Beach junior-high student named Andrew Dier won a fifty-dollar contest in 1983 for coining "the Emerald Coast," and the name has described this stretch of Panhandle ever since. Out in Choctawhatchee Bay, a submerged sandbar called Crab Island turns waist-deep and turquoise in summer, a floating gathering place of boats, music, and vendors; on the Gulf side, Henderson Beach State Park keeps a run of the original dunes the way the coast looked before the towers.
Destin did not even become a city until 1984 — late for a town with such a long story — by which time the condominium towers were already rising along the Gulf shore. It has been balancing the two halves of itself ever since: the working harbor and the resort, the charter captain and the vacationer, and mostly managing to keep both. The Destin History & Fishing Museum, a block off Highway 98, holds the old wooden boats and the founding story, so the fishing village is never far beneath the surface of the beach town.
Why People Visit Destin
Visitors come to Destin for the water — the emerald Gulf, the white sand, and the fishing that earned the town its nickname — and stay for everything around it: the harbor and its charter fleet, Crab Island in summer, the dunes at Henderson Beach, and an easy, sun-warmed pace. It is the natural base for the central Emerald Coast, lively along the boardwalk and quiet out on the sand. Active in every season and welcoming to families, Destin rewards anyone drawn to the Gulf of Mexico and the best fishing on the coast.
