Friday, February 25, 2011

Running Away ...Full Circle

Our last stop in Central Florida was Morgan Farm's fruit and strawberry milkshake/shortcake stand in Ruskin. OMG,people....strawberry milkshake...breakfast of champions! And the honey bell oranges were still on the stand as well. It don't get no better 'n this, folks!
Making our way back up north, we stopped at Oleno State Park in High Springs, FL. While shopping for meat to grill out at our site, the clerk in seafood commented on Mike's 'guitar/Hawaiian' shirt. No, I replied, I'm the picker and he invited me to join the session at Music Junction in town that night, which we did. About 15 pickers were there, Ted, our host, on dobro, a bunch of guitars, a stand up bass (woman!), two banjos, a mandolin and a mountain dulcimer. It was a very hospitable group and we had a great time. O'leno State Park is one weird piece of geography. The Santa Fe River is the big draw but after flowing strongly along a few miles, with gorgeous little riffles among the cypresses, it seems to end....just simply stops with banks on three sides, not pooled, not stagnant, just....stops. And goes underground for the next few miles. If you hike over it, so to speak, there are sinkholes, etc., hinting that it's down there somewhere and sure enough, several miles later, up it pops and carries on just like everything was perfectly normal.

Some of the sinkholes have developed personalities of their own...a bright day-glo emerald skim covering their surfaces except where dotted with gi-normous turtles or the occasional gator (which we never saw but rumor has it) and surrounded by cypress knees....


...that stand at brooding attention like deformed gnomes in the shadows of the forest; woody stalagmites jutting up helter skelter out of the soil.
A suspension bridge tops off the River Loop Trail and the entire park features CCC buildings that hint at what the town of Leno looked like way back when its name was changed from Keno to make it more respectable. Not too much later, it tanked. So much for respectability. Guess some Irish wit named the park.




Alas. We said goodbye to the lovely forest, pine and palm scrub scenery as we crossed over the Ga. state line to a tacky forest of billboards and stripper signs. "Moonlight thru the pines?" Well, might have to revisit those lyrics, since I read in the MDJ that Atlanta is considering trashing the present law that prohibits clear-cutting to make signs more visible....alas.








Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Running: the Sequel

While wandering through central Florida, we stopped by my cousin's log home to hook up both the RV and with him & his dogs, since wife Carol was out of town visiting family. Although we missed her in person, Carol's passion is quilting, as evidenced by her professional-looking workshop.
However, when we got home a few days later, we were able to connect with Carol, who stayed with us on her journey back to FL., and gave us a show-n-tell with her latest pieces.


Notice how the colors change when a flash is used....





Saturday, February 19, 2011

Running, er - paddling.....

Kayaking in the Blackwater River, on the 99 mile paddle trail through the 10,000 Island Refuge in the Everglades. We didn't go quite that far, however. Don't I make a fetching piece of gator bait? Seriously, we weren't the only inflatables out there. The rangers seemed cool with it. Gotta love 84 degree weather in February!
Did I mention there were these birds???




Still Running....

We spent the last 3 days in the northwestern end of the Everglades, camping at Collier Seminole State Park. Below is a funky old general store in Chokaloskee Island near Everglades City which is now a museum of how life used to be. The back of the store overlooks the bay. Location, location, location! The Smallwood Store also features the distinctive stitchwork and beading of the Seminoles.
It takes a while to take it all in....

Out in the canal, dinner is served...or caught, and yes, the place was crawling with gators.



At Everglades National Park, we took the boat tour of the 10,000 Islands Wildlife Refuge. There were these birds.....




And meanwhile, back at the ranch, there were these Roadtreks! This was the camping ambience at Collier Seminole. Fortunately, folks were considerate and quiet...until Friday night of the 3 day holiday weekend. But we left Sat. AM for central Fl. Oh darn!








Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Running Away, (Con't.)

From Skidaway State Park and Savannah to St. Augustine....we've been without wi-fi for a few days, hence the delay, but tonight we are at a sweet RV resort on Little Manatee River where everyone hangs around all winter and it is like one big happy family. Also, they have a great internet! Our evening beach walk at Anastasia State Park. If you go, make reservations! Had the perfect kayak paddle at high tide around 4 earlier that afternoon. Can't wait to see full moon in the Everglades in a few days.
One of the many attractions on old St. Augustine...a glass 'armonica' (sort of) player. Loved this guy! He also plays weddings and bar mitzvahs! He thought it was rather sacriligious when the groom stomped the wine glass, however.

Sunset through the palms at Anastasia



Yachts lined up awaiting the next drawbridge opening. Our weather has been superb...chilly nights and 60's in Ga., upper 70's and low 80's in central Fl. Daisy and Buddy hanging in there, although Buddy got into a nest of sandspurs tonight and what fun Mike had pulling them out from between his pads. Off to the Everglades tomorrow. Stay tuned!


Sunday, February 13, 2011

Running Away From Winter

Okay, winter in Ga. is definitely changing....for the worse, so we hopped in Fat Boy and went south...first to Skidaway Island State Park, where we camped for 4 nights, spending our days in Savannah, where we checked out the WWII Vets Monument, then visited with old friends at the Shrimp Factory. We visited and hiked at Wormsloe then took a sunset hike at Skidaway. Although the evenings were chilly, daytime only demanded jackets....beats the heck out of the sub-freezing temps in Atl. this week.