Mary, thanks for the update on the snow!!!
Left Jacksonville on A1A for a run north to the ferry across at St Johns River. Again we left the road to get closer to the ocean. Funny how much of what we drove looked like alleys, and maybe were, but they were active like the main roads. We did not have a map and came upon a no outlet sign. A lady walking a poodle said we had to go back 5 miles or so to the police station and go around to A1A. Again it is time to eat. We ate at Singleton’s Seafood Shack, emphasis shack, in Mayport founded in 1572. What a find, rustic but clean. The fish was fresh with a couple flown in to supplement the others. The seating area was behind a group of six shrimp boats and the river. Within the building was a boat museum established by deceased owner. Many many hand built wooden ships, mostly shrimp and fishing boats. It was time to get in line at the ferry landing. We pulled behind a station wagon with a surfboard on top. As we looked at the cost a van, looked like a Navy van color, pulled alongside. He said that the ferry is not running. He pointed to the large red sign under the cost information. I said better tell the guy in front as we were there sitting with them for a while. Now to backtrack to get to Rollins Park.
We had the address but it lead us to no where; we went back to a State Park and got new directions, those on the internet where wrong. We then headed to Fort George Island Cultural State Park: 620 acres of maritime hammock, shell mound, and estuarine tidal marsh. Opened in 1989. You are surrounded by lush vegetation, a small street, one vehicle wide. Hidden by this green mantle is evidence of 6000 years of human occupation, ranging from shell mounds, through plantation era structures, to a 1920's Ribault Clubhouse resort club. The club was built by the super rich, DuPonts, GM executives and others. Flourishing until the depression, the last one not this one. The history of Ft. George Island is a cross section of Florida's history. There is also a self-guided tour around the island known as the Saturiwa Trail, which can be followed after obtaining a guidebook at the Ribault. We used it, but first had to figure out how to use the DVD player. Then at stop 11 of 22 it stopped working.
We then went stopped at Brett’s Waterway Cafe at the end of the island on Fernandina Beach. Here we sat and watched fishing boats come in with their catch. The one boat had two guys who rented the boat, the skipper filet the fish, throwing the carcass overboard to the pelican awaiting it. There was a flurry of activity when one piece headed toward the water. Occasionally the birds got a hold of the two opposite sides of the fish’s skin and a long struggle ensued. We sipped on our Blackstone Cabernet and a Pinot Grigio watching the sun headed towards the horizon. This, it turns out, is a favorite place to watch sunsets. We opted to move on.
We now headed to Kingsland GA for the weekend. Stopped at the Comfort Suites and asked for a good Italian restaurant. He said, The Original Angelo’s. What a pleasant surprise. It was small seating for 30 people or so. Take-out orders were being taken all the time. Line of people out the door, one gal came in and got there menu for the takeout and called in an order. Shirleen had the 10 inch pizza with pepperoni, which she ate almost half of it. I, Linguini in Alfredo sauce, it had a great sauce with pieces of ham, onions, mushrooms and more cheese in it. With my meal came a salad with a homemade ranch dressing accompanied by some good bread. I suspect the bread was a bun loaf cut in half, slathered with butter and lightly grilled.
We then went to the room and called Julie and Steve J. They asked if we wanted to come over and visit for a little while. With the directions in hand we ventured forth. We found the gate to the gated community Osprey Cove, got our pass and twisted along the road to the home. Wow, what a nice looking home. A brick driveway, one of the only ones in the cul-de-sac, making it easier to find. I blinked the lights through their glass front door. We walked into the living area on the tiled floors. Comes out it is an add on and helped bring up the cost of the house. After their first contractor went bankrupt they got it finished and live able. We sat out in the screened in veranda listening to the frogs croaking in the pond adjacent to their house sipping on a Bud Lime. After an hour or so we left for the motel and saw two deer alongside the road, just like home. Jerry
We had the address but it lead us to no where; we went back to a State Park and got new directions, those on the internet where wrong. We then headed to Fort George Island Cultural State Park: 620 acres of maritime hammock, shell mound, and estuarine tidal marsh. Opened in 1989. You are surrounded by lush vegetation, a small street, one vehicle wide. Hidden by this green mantle is evidence of 6000 years of human occupation, ranging from shell mounds, through plantation era structures, to a 1920's Ribault Clubhouse resort club. The club was built by the super rich, DuPonts, GM executives and others. Flourishing until the depression, the last one not this one. The history of Ft. George Island is a cross section of Florida's history. There is also a self-guided tour around the island known as the Saturiwa Trail, which can be followed after obtaining a guidebook at the Ribault. We used it, but first had to figure out how to use the DVD player. Then at stop 11 of 22 it stopped working.
We then went stopped at Brett’s Waterway Cafe at the end of the island on Fernandina Beach. Here we sat and watched fishing boats come in with their catch. The one boat had two guys who rented the boat, the skipper filet the fish, throwing the carcass overboard to the pelican awaiting it. There was a flurry of activity when one piece headed toward the water. Occasionally the birds got a hold of the two opposite sides of the fish’s skin and a long struggle ensued. We sipped on our Blackstone Cabernet and a Pinot Grigio watching the sun headed towards the horizon. This, it turns out, is a favorite place to watch sunsets. We opted to move on.
We now headed to Kingsland GA for the weekend. Stopped at the Comfort Suites and asked for a good Italian restaurant. He said, The Original Angelo’s. What a pleasant surprise. It was small seating for 30 people or so. Take-out orders were being taken all the time. Line of people out the door, one gal came in and got there menu for the takeout and called in an order. Shirleen had the 10 inch pizza with pepperoni, which she ate almost half of it. I, Linguini in Alfredo sauce, it had a great sauce with pieces of ham, onions, mushrooms and more cheese in it. With my meal came a salad with a homemade ranch dressing accompanied by some good bread. I suspect the bread was a bun loaf cut in half, slathered with butter and lightly grilled.
We then went to the room and called Julie and Steve J. They asked if we wanted to come over and visit for a little while. With the directions in hand we ventured forth. We found the gate to the gated community Osprey Cove, got our pass and twisted along the road to the home. Wow, what a nice looking home. A brick driveway, one of the only ones in the cul-de-sac, making it easier to find. I blinked the lights through their glass front door. We walked into the living area on the tiled floors. Comes out it is an add on and helped bring up the cost of the house. After their first contractor went bankrupt they got it finished and live able. We sat out in the screened in veranda listening to the frogs croaking in the pond adjacent to their house sipping on a Bud Lime. After an hour or so we left for the motel and saw two deer alongside the road, just like home. Jerry
All your write-ups SO interesting-thanks again for doing all that writing at the end of your long days. Wondering if you had snow while in GA today? Big snowstorm on east coast-Joe's HumVee school postponed til 1300 hours tomorrow. Went to Luke's 30th Bday bash today-fun time!
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