Don Pedro Island is a barrier island in southwest Florida, in Charlotte County. It is just north of Little Gasparilla Island, separated by a thin strip of beach and mangrove swamp. It lies west of the census-designated place of Rotonda West, separated by a narrow channel. It is separated from Stump Pass Beach State Recreation Area and Knight Island by Stump Pass to the north. It borders the Gulf of Mexico to the west.
There is no road access to the island, only boat. There are many private residences on the island. There is only one restaurant on Don Pedro, it's located on the north end of the Island. The name of the restaurant is "Rum Bay". The only small general store on the island is located on the first floor directly below the Rum Bay restaurant.
While there is a steady increase in private development, the island continues to have an abundance of wildlife and natural beauty. There are a number of indigenous gopher turtles, snakes and rabbits. There is also quite a variety of birds including osprey, pelicans, great blue herons, frigate birds, woodpeckers and owls (to name a few).
The beaches are well known for their abundance of sharks teeth and shells.
Don Pedro Island State Park is located on the north side of the island.
Coordinates: 26°52′21″N 82°19′13″W / 26.872545°N 82.320299°W / 26.872545; -82.320299
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