Our first Florida stop was the visitor's center where we picked up enough pamphlets to start a small bon fire and are now prepared with things to do all over this state. We made our way to St. Augustine which is renowned for being the oldest city in the colonized US and where Ponce De Leon discovered the Fountain of Youth. I thought to stop here because my camp book had a lot of rv parks listed. I figured that had to mean something good. Telephoning ahead to these parks proved worthwhile since many snow birds have already set up camp and taken most of the available spots. After some sticker shock as to the nightly camping fees we ended up at a park that was half camping and half flea market with an unbelievable nightly rate. It sounds worse than it was. We parked in a field and looked at woods which camouflaged the market from our sight. I was a bit concerned that we would have crowds of people traipsing through our campsite, but the entrance was about a 1/2 mile down the road so they never even approached the campground. Sequoia and I explored the flea market and discovered its enormity. What is it with Florida and their antique collecting? They seem to advertise antiques on every corner. I wonder if it is because elderly people come here to retire, bring their antiques with them, pass away, have estate sales, and the flea market collectors have a gold mine of antiques from which to choose. Is that morbid?
I set out to discover the town of St. Augustine which has the oldest schoolhouse, oldest hotel, a fort, etc, etc, and a very overrated Fountain of Youth so I was told. Feeling the need for culture, my first stop was the Lightner Museum where they like to consider themselves the Smithsonian of the South. It's an amalgamation of Mr. Lightner's obsessive compulsive passion for collecting all things random. I have to give him credit though, at least he collected full sets of things. For example, he had buttons from the civil war and not just a button for a general's rank, but the full sets of buttons for all the ranks! And not just for the Confederate army, but for the Union army as well! He was thorough. Another highlight was his music room where they displayed phonographs, music boxes, an orchestreon, and other oddities from the music world. The coolest part about this room was their hands on demonstration showing how each instrument played. That's a nod to my dad. The building in which the museum was housed was interesting in itself. Built as the state of the art hotel resort of its day they had indoor plumbing, the world's largest indoor swimming pool, and a spa with turkish baths.
Adam and I also toured the Spanish Military Hospital another day which consisted of five rooms, old medical tools and ghost stories with personal accounts of actual run-ins. These old towns are never without their supernatural history though I'm still a skeptic. We also visited Anastasia State Park which was beautiful, native beaches of blowing sand and waves. It was serene compared to the hustle of the tourist town.
After a few days rest we are off to continue our Florida adventure. We're looking forward to making our way south to even warmer temps and friends and family to visit.
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