Darkness is descending here in the campground at
The sites are secluded and, again, with all the dense foliage, you would never know you are in whistling distance from the ocean – except you can hear the roar. It sounds like a superhighway. When you think about it, I guess it is.
Here are some park scenes.
Speaking of roaring surfs, I went through a stretch of Highway A1A today and was surprised at how closely the waves came to the road. Maybe it was high tide but it was such fun to ride along with the roiling surf.
One of the things I love most about traveling in the bus is pulling off the road when you see an inviting place. I stopped for coffee this morning and here was my view.
I am just a few miles from
and will explore town
tomorrow. Not sure if I will stay
another night but the ranger assured me it shouldn’t be a problem should I
choose to stay. St. Augustine
on the way
here. Forts are not my favorite National
Park sites so I didn’t take the ferry over to the fort itself. But I toured the visitor’s center, got my NP
stamp, and walked the nature trail. I
learned that the Saw Palmetto is quite the survivor as its trunk is mostly
buried. This trait protects it from
fire. As a result, after a wildfire, the
Palmetto is the first to sprout new leaves.
I continued to practice my beachcombing skills here at the park with its 4 miles of protected shore. Another day of ideal weather. I'm getting spoiled!
And some of us opt for more sedate pursuits
Looking forward to a quiet evening so I can get my crossword puzzle fix and catch up on some reading.