The Strip’s other landmark is older and stranger. In the late 1950s a welder-artist named Lee Koplin began pouring concrete dinosaurs, a sphinx, and a giant grinning gorilla beside a miniature-golf course, and Goofy Golf was born — Day-Glo roadside folk art that a Washington Post writer once said “ought to be placed on the national historic register.” It still stands. Around it grew the whole vocabulary of the old beach: motels with neon signs, sno-cone stands, a fake volcano, live sharks in tanks at the surf shops. This is the Florida of cheap, happy, slightly tacky fun, and Panama City Beach kept more of it than almost anywhere.
The town that holds all this came together piece by piece. A resort “Grand Opening” in 1936 put the beach on the map; over the next decades a string of separate beach communities — Long Beach, Edgewater, Gulf Beach and more — grew along the shore, incorporated in 1953, and finally merged into a single City of Panama City Beach in 1970. Before the resorts there were fishing hamlets, turpentine camps, and, during World War II, a shipyard and a gunnery range on St. Andrews Bay.
Why People Visit Panama City Beach
Panama City Beach rewards visitors who want bright white sand, warm emerald water, and an unpretentious good time, with a thread of retro neon still running through it. Add the piers, Shell Island, and the year-round Gulf sun, and the World’s Most Beautiful Beaches make their own case.
