It’s dark here at my campsite though it’s not yet 5. There are still just a few tents and me but the authorities were thoughtful enough to make sure we are decently spaced.
I explored the old city today. First stop was Castillo de
– a fortress the Spaniards built
in the 1700’s to protect the city though it was occupied and used by subsequent
conquerors over the years. San Marcos
|These cannon have a 3.5 mile range|
Yesterday I mentioned that forts are not my favorite NP sites. There are some exceptions, like
and Castillo de
is another. It’s a fascinating place. The structure is an engineering marvel; all
the walls are built with coquina, a substance composed of inumerable tiny seashells. San Marcos
|Can you see the composition from this small patch of wall? Mindboggling.|
I noticed that coquina is a common building material all over the old town area.
Imagine these fragile specimens that, eons later, gave strength to this fortress. A fort that was never destroyed or damaged in all its existence. (The closest call was in the 1930’s when a developer wanted to tear it down and build a golf course). Ironically, it was never taken by force but changed hands many times through political agreements.
After touring the monument, I strolled the streets of the city. It is tourist-oriented, of course, and that usually means 2 things: outrageous prices and some great opportunities to totally pig-out.
So this historic city was host to another historic event – my first empanada. It was wonderful! Ground beef nicely seasoned, with a flaky center crust but crunchy on the outside.
I’d like to go back and sample one of everything. A couple of locals assured me that all the items on the menu are good.
And who could resist this sign? Of course I had to stop.
|French Fry Angel?|
It was a tough decision but I went with the French Quarter fries with remoulade. OMG! It was french fry heaven! The spicy heat was complemented by the creaminess of the sauce.
|I placed the cone in the umbrella hole of a nearby table. I was still able to make a mess.|
I leave tomorrow and make my way toward Cumberland Island National Seashore. I’m learning not to leave chores until departure day so I filled the gas tank, emptied the other tanks, aired up the tires, and after all that work, a little more beach time was in order.
So I say goodbye to