It’s All About the Beach

The last time we were in Florida we camped on St. George Island just across from the town of Apalachicola. We liked the area and people kept telling us that the beaches of Cape San Blas just a bit further west on the gulf were even nicer. So this time we reserved a spot at J.H Stone State Park on St. Joe’s Peninsula.Here it’s all about the sand. The campground is tucked into the sand dunes and is about a three minute walk to the Gulf beach.

A nature trail wanders from the campground through a pine forest in the dunes to the bay side of the peninsula. There are lots of birds- we saw an eagle hunting by the bay and jays and cardinals made a daily visit to our site.

Gallberry blooms

For us the most fun was on the gulf beach. We never made it to the tip of the peninsula because beachcombing for shells and the soft sugar sand kept us slowly following the 7 mile beach.

Watching the shore life is really fun…but sometimes it’s fun to get your feet wet and enjoy the view.

Northwest Florida-Taking the High Road

You wouldn’t expect to find a beautifully sculpted cave in Florida. Most of it’s caves are far below the surface and filled with water, but in northwest Florida there is a wonderful small cavern in a state park.

We stopped at Florida Caverns State Park to checkout a part of Florida that was unknown to us. It felt good to be camped in the forest and it’s Spring!!The cavern is located in a floodplain of the Chipola River system. Instead of palm trees there is a mix of pine, tupelo cypress, southern magnolia, sweet gum mixed in with palmetto and an abundance of wildflowers.

The Park offers a number of multi use trails that allowed us to explore the surrounding woods. We saw a variety of flowers blooming. Atamasco Lily

Wild Phlox

???Columbine

And some fauna as well.

While touring the cave a fellow spelunker told us about the highest waterfall in Florida. A waterfalls in Florida? We needed to check this out for ourselves. Here it is in all its glory(76 feet tall). This is where a stream drops into a sinkhole and disappears into a cave. Speaking of high points, we also visited Britton Hill- the highest natural point of Florida. At 345 feet it’s actually the lowest state highpoint in the US. You may not know that there is an organization of high point enthusiasts. These folks visit all 50 state high points. Not many people can claim all 50 but we actually have a handful under our hiking shoes.

It was so easy to get to this highpoint that we decided to hike the park trails.

After a few days in the woods we are heading back to the Gulf coast for more beach time.

Jupiter and Beyond

After a week in the Keys we moved up the Atlantic Coast of Florida and settled in at Jonathan Dickinson State Park just north of Jupiter.Site 114 in the River Campground

Camping is hard work.

The Park features a nine mile network of mountain bike trails. Great fun.The Park also offers lots of wild life viewing opportunities. We spent every morning checking on the Bald Eagle nest along the paved bike path. A fifteen week old eaglet and its mom made for some must see birding(sorry, no photos). But there were other wildlife sightings as well.

The Park is home to Hobe Hill- the highest point(86 ft) in Florida south of Lake Okeechobee.Part of our motivation for making a stop in Jupiter was to connect with Pat’s High School buddy Lynne. We spent an afternoon on Jupiter Island walking the beach and collecting shells.

From Jupiter, we traveled inland to central Florida to visit with Pat’s brother Mike and his wife Donna. We had purchased tickets for Ben Wendel’s Seasons Band jazz show in Winter Park at the Blue Bamboo Center for the Arts. Wow, what a great band and performance, (Gilad Hekdelman, Matt Brewer, Aaron Parks and Kendrick Scott).

We continued our tour of central Florida with a visit with Pat’s sister Carolyn and her husband Ed. They have recently relocated to Florida from Virginia.Their new home is near Mt. Dora, which is a picturesque town on a lake.

The 1/4 mile boardwalk gives you the opportunity to check out the local fauna.

Baby AlligatorBrown Water SnakeNight HeronA fun time was had by all. And down the road we go.

A Week in the Keys

While it’s always difficult to secure a camping spot in a state campground on the Keys, Hurricane Irma has made it down right impossible. The hurricane eliminated many camp spots. We opted for a private RV Park on Fiesta Key at mile marker 70. Again we find our selves set up in a parking lot. This Park was hit hard by Irma and they couldn’t be sure they could honor our reservation until a few weeks before our arrival.

Much of the beachfront has been lost throughout the Keys and storm debris was visible wherever we went. In spite of all this we did enjoy the sun and crystal clear waters of the Keys. We came to Fiesta Key to spend some time with Pat’s sister Mary and her husband Jeff.

To be honest the weather was not always ideal. We got some rain and wind. I’m sure our friends in the northeast really feel bad about this.

We camped about 70 miles from Key West. It’s as close as we were going to get for some time- so we couldn’t resist a visit to the Conch Republic.

We went to all the hot spots, including a tour of the Audubon House and a walk through the Truman Annex(lovely homes and gardens).

We strolled through Mallory Square and saw this monster Disney Cruiseliner. Fiesta Key is only 2 1/2 miles from Long Key State Park. We had tried to reserve a spot at this park pre-Irma and got closed out. That was a bit of good fortune as the campground no longer exists. We did bike down for a look around.

Bits of stag horn coral littered the beaches.

Always on the look out for some local flavor we stumbled on the Florida Keys Brewing Co. Good beer with a laid back island vibe in their beer garden. Recommended.

That’s it for the Keys. We head up the Atlantic coast toward Jupiter and a get together with Pat’s high school friend Lynne.

The Hollywood/Miami Connection

We chose Hollywood FL as our base for exploring Florida’s southern Atlantic coast. Neither of us had spent any time in this area and were interested in what it had to offer. We stayed in a Broward County Park located about a mile from the commuter train to Miami and 3 miles from Hollywood Beach.

That’s the commuter train not far from the Tin Can. It is amazing what you can ignore when you find a location that perfectly fits your needs. If the campground was a parking lot beside a train track, the park itself was lovely. It had a 2 1/2 mile walking trail(Pat was happy) and beautiful grounds. Despite the urban setting there are a lot of birds. One day we saw a flock of wild green parrots come through. They are really noisy.

We didn’t spend a great deal of time in camp. The idea was to explore the area. We made the short trip to Hollywood Beach to check out the boardwalk and ocean. Hurricane damage was still visible.

While checking out the commuter train station we saw a sign for a Farmers Market. We never pass up a chance for local flavor. This market was a sprawling affair that included food vendors, crafts, coffee and lots of ethnic fare.

We found the food stall with the longest line and queued up. It was a Venezuelan place, Carne En Vara(meat on a stick). It did not disappoint. Shelly contacted a friend from elementary school who spends part of the year in Boca Raton. Andy and his wife Carolyn served up a lovely meal while we reminisced. Great fun. We woke early, walked to the commuter train and headed into Miami for an overnight visit. The plan was to meet Shelly’s sister Ellen and her husband Rory for a couple of days of fun in downtown Miami.We checked into our hotel and then headed to Little Havana for lunch and sightseeing.We where pleasantly surprised by all the public art throughout the city. Here’s some of what we saw in Little Havana.

We walked into Domino Park during a tournament. The whole neighborhood was alive with activity.

What visit to Miami would be complete without a visit to South Beach. We soon realized that we were too old for the frantic pace of this part of Miami. However we did enjoy walking around and enjoying the architecture.

The entrance to the former Versace home.

On South Beach with RoryFrom South Beach we rolled on to the Wynnwood section of town. This part of town has been turned into an outdoor museum with its world famous murals.

We want Miles!

Lots of sidewalk graffiti.

Miami is a surprisingly attractive city, interesting architecture and lots of public art.

Swamp Detour

We wanted to extend our stay in the Naples area. As a bonus we were able to meet up with some Chicago Jazz Festival buddies Micheal & Vickie.We moved our base of operations from the state park to the Naples KOA–Think parking lot with a full hookup. It’s not as bad as it looks. There are plenty of friendly people, there’s a salt water swimming pool and we’re usually out exploring during the day. A ten minute drive from the KOA was Eagle Lakes Town Park. A great place for walking, biking and watching birds.

We woke early one day and made our way to the Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary of The Audubon Society. The swamp is home to the largest grove of old growth Cypress trees.

There’s a 2 1/2 mile boardwalk that winds through a wet prairie, Florida pine forest and cypress swamp. The last hurricane took its toll on the trees in the sanctuary.

In spite of of the damage there were still plenty of birds and other wildlife.

We saw birds, butterflies, snakes and turtles.

The highlight of our time on the boardwalk came courtesy of a Red Shoulder Hawk. While we were watching White Ibis feeding, this hawk came out of the trees and swooped down to nab what we think was a small crab about five feet in front of us. No binoculars needed. He/she looked at us and proceeded to feast on its latest kill.

While visiting with Micheal and Vickie we explored Naples. We spent the day at Delnor-Wiggins Pass State beach.

Another day we met them for a late lunch to explore historic 3rd Street in downtown Naples and a sunset stroll on the Municipal Beach by the Pier.

Palm Cottage(1895) oldest house in Naples

Swamp Fever

We’ve moved our base of operations ten miles east of Marco Island to Collier-Seminole State Park. While the park doesn’t offer much in the way of a “camping” experience it puts us in easy striking distance for the numerous parks in the Everglades.

The campground is on the western edge of the Everglades nestled up to a mangrove swamp, popular with canoeists and kayakers. The Tamiami Trail (Rt. 41)was developed in the twenties using a technological advancement that made it possible to break up the oolitic limestone that forms the bedrock of the Everglades. Manufactured in Bay City Michigan this dredge was used to break up and pile limestone chunks to create a road connecting the west and east coast of Florida. We took a scenic drive through the Big Cypress Swamp, a loop drive off US 41.

This water teams with life. Hundreds of fish make the surface boil, alligators lurk beneath and birds stalk the fringes – often perched on cypress knees.

Further to the east is Shark Valley In Everglades National Park. Here is a fifteen mile paved bike path which takes you through a “river of grass” bordered by canals thick with alligators. The Everglades NP is the largest nature preserve east of the Mississippi (1.3 million acres).

Seven miles out on the trail is an observation tower. We parked our bikes and walked up the tower. When we returned we met this clever crow who figured out how to work a zipper and snag what was stashed away. He(she) got away with out graham crackers. On the way back to camp we stopped to mail a package.

This building was pressed into service in the 1950’s. Once a shed for irrigation pumps, it is now the post office for Ochopee- and since last fall’s hurricane- the only one in the area with a working scale. In fact this area was hit hard in the last hurricane – you can see evidence of it everywhere.We took a day and drove up to Fort Myers to check out the Edison & Ford Estates. It was a full day of wandering the exhibits and grounds. The estates sit on the banks of the Caloosahatchee River.

Pool AreaOne of Edison’s labs

Then there are the beaches on Marco Island.

Our shelling haul