Another National Holiday!

Thank goodness when we were in Flagler Beach, we took some time and explored a bit of the Dixie Highway, an historic Florida State Highway. Had we not, we never would have had the opportunity. In today’s climate of political correctness, those responsible for state highway naming have decided that from now on, it will be called the Harriet Tubman Highway. Maybe some day we will get to explore that a bit as well. In the meantime, we will just have to settle for the Mardi Gras decorations that are everywhere in February in this part of the US.

Since we carved out some time to pay homage to National Pizza Day, we felt obliged – well, at least the Woman felt obliged – to make the same sacrifice to honor National Margarita Day. We had to find the finest beach bar on the powdered sugar sands of Miramar Beach, but the Woman said it was worth it. I settled for the crab and artichoke dip, which I have to say was fabulous!

The pooch, Kona, has become a regular fashion icon. We were used to seeing him in his nifty sweater, and were always excited to see him sporting his Las Vegas Golden Knights NHL jersey. But when he got his new Las Vegas Raiders NFL hat, he couldn’t help but show it off. What a ham!

As we are wrapping up our time in Miramar Beach, we are trying to catch as many sunsets as possible. When we get to Biloxi, we don’t expect to get the really nice sunsets over the Gulf of Mexico to the west, as we will be starting to head a bit down the eastern coast. It’s been really cloudy and rainy as we near our departure date, but we did get one last nice sunset. When we moseyed out to the beach, the sun dipped behind a thick cloud bank. But soon, it emerged below that bank, and we actually got to experience a really nice one – bonus!

Talk to you soon.

RV park bling

Getting my steps in around the RV park since it is supposed to be a wash out today – at least later in the morning. There are at least half a dozen RV sites that are heavily decked out for Mardi Gras. The very familiar bright purple and lime green theme is everywhere!

I know I said that the RV park is very, very old and very, very white. I also learned recently as I was perusing all of the Trump paraphernalia in all the gift shops that Florida is a red state. I thought it was all here for the snow birds, but it turns out they love him here! Well, it seems that everyone loves him, except for maybe these folk – and yes, both old and white! And, they are almost right next door to the coach with the bright red MAGA banner.

I find it fun to walk around and trying to figure out what all the vanity license plates on cars and coaches mean. Some are very easy to understand – like ours – Colectiva’s plate says “PASS US” and the Equinox plate says “IM TRYIN”. I’m pretty confident I have this one figured out.

Talk to you soon.

Low country boil

Sitting around the campfire, our neighbors Peggy and Steve asked if we were here for the month. We said we were, and they invited us to their event they planned for Valentine’s Day. Fortunately, the weather cooperated, and their two pots – one with cob corn, potatoes, veggies, andouille sausage and shell fish, the other with the same but fish – boiled away and smelled awesome. We brought our chairs for the circle – it totally reminded us of wintering in Port Aransas Texas many years ago.

After dinner, the sky remained crystal clear – not a cloud in sight. So, we assumed we would have a nice sunset, and headed out to the beach to see if we could take it in. We were really pleased with the quality of the sunset, and were quite surprised to catch the bonus. For the second time in my life (the Woman claims to have seen more), I saw a green flash. And while I didn’t get to snap the most intense part of the flash, I did catch it as it faded out – cool!

Every now and then you see a sentiment that seems to match your view on life perfectly. While we can’t say we have totally achieved this, we certainly try our best as often as we can.

Talk to you soon. 

Exploring the Emerald Coast

Other than the fabulous sand and the very occasional sunset, there really is not a lot to do in the Miramar Beach area, known locally as the Emerald Coast. However, even though they are a bit isolated here, they have heard about the latest trends in camping – that being Glamping. So, we have been watching them build some permanent tents on raised decks, complete with nice cots, to capitalize on this current trend. Frankly, Colectiva II is good enough for us.

Roaming around in Camp Gulf RV Resort we have seen quite a few interesting RV’s, some that we think would work for us and others that we think would not. As you can see, the Woman’s head would bump the ceiling in this coach – even if she were standing outside on the pad. It’s hard to imaging how much she would have to crouch if she actually stepped up the foot or so to get in!

We have been on the Gulf Coast in the winter many times, sometimes in Texas near Corpus Christie or down on South Padre Island. Other times we have been on the Florida west coast. Still others we have nestled in Louisiana, Alabama or Mississippi. But I had completely forgotten what it was like staying in a Gulf shore RV Resort in the winter – the population in all of them is very, very old, and very, very white.

We spent a part of a day exploring Fort Walton Beach. The town was originally a Confederate military base known as Camp Walton, but it was also the site of indigenous populations for thousands of years. Fort Walton Temple Mound is a native burial mound that is believed to date back to as far as 500 BC. We climbed the mound (using the supplied boardwalk to protect it), and scoured the museum for all the local artifacts on display. On site, they also had to old school house, the post office, and a civil war barrack with displays as well, all interesting.

Before we toured the Landmark, we grabbed lunch at the Magnolia Grill. Although we knew that Sears and Montgomery Ward used to sell complete homes out of their catalogs, we had never actually been in one, at least that we knew. In 1910, Dr. G. G. French ordered a catalog house when he proceeded to assemble. It was interesting that 110 years later the solid workmanship still showed through, although converted to a trendy restaurant. We enjoyed a nice lunch, and marveled at the quality of what you could buy in a catalog in 1910.

As we headed back to Colectiva II we were tempted to stop at Fokker’s Pub for a bit of refreshment. I, in particular, wanted to try their signature drink – they referred to themselves as “The home of the Motherfokker!”

Talk to you soon.

The Woman is in ecstacy!

After 550 miles on the Camino de Santiago, dozens of miles on the Appalachian Trail, the same on the Arizona Trail, and likely over 100 miles on the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail), including hiking to both the northern and southern terminus, the Woman just had to check out the Florida Trail.

The Florida Trail is a 1,300-mile-long footpath that runs from the Florida Keys up into the Florida Panhandle, the length of the state. Most of its path is up the middle of the Florida peninsula, so in the locations we have been staying on the east and west coasts, we really haven’t been near the Trail in order to check it out.

Robin is always excited to hike on trails, especially those that have been signified as National Scenic Trails. We Googled some maps, and learned that much of the Florida Trail near Miramar Beach is inside Elgin Airforce Base, and you need to get a special permit to enter. Having no luck in reaching anyone at the Base, I was fortunate enough to locate some coordinates that should get us to the Trail heading east from the edge of Elgin. Brenda took us right there, and we spent a really nice (although a bit chilly) morning doing about 4 miles of the FT.  There must not be much traffic on the Trail because we didn’t see a single footprint the entire 4 miles – in fact, the path didn’t look worn at all. Even though, the Woman couldn’t have been happier. The pooch was pretty happy as well.

Talk to you soon. 

Welcome to Miramar Beach

After being on the Atlantic and watching sunrises every morning, we were soon stunned. We hadn’t thought about the fact that Miramar is essentially on the West coast of the Florida peninsula, and so we would be able to now enjoy sunsets, not unlike being in California. With glorious weather on the day we arrived, our welcome to Miramar Beach came along with a beautiful sunset!

We were lulled into a feeling that every day would be glorious, but we were soon brought back into reality. Overall, it is still considerably warmer than being on the Atlantic, even though we are quite a bit further North of Flagler Beach. But we soon learned that the normally changing weather in Florida is in play here as well. Strong winds are frequent, and soon the rain clouds moved in. But that wouldn’t keep us from venturing out.

We had forgotten how wonderful the beaches are on the Florida Panhandle. The sand is almost white, and is almost the consistency of powdered sugar. We found an off-leash dog beach near Panama City Beach, which allowed us to run Kona ragged chasing his squeaky ball. As you can see, somebody really enjoys this sugary sand.

Talk to you soon. 

Marathon adventure

We weren’t exactly close, since we had only 2 National Parks in the lower 48 that had not visited, we decided to make a multi-day trip to Georgia and South Carolina to visit Congaree National Park. It required us to drive Colectiva II to a state park in Georgia, and then a pet friendly hotel in Orangeburg South Carolina to make it work. It was a 3-hour drive to get there, but it turned out to be worth the effort.

Allegedly in the late 1700’s, the entire coastal ranges from Virginia to Texas were hardwood forests. Because of logging in the early 1800’s to build homes and whatever, nearly all hardwood forests were gone before the Civil War. In the Congaree River drainage area, the forests were owned by the Chicago based Santee River Cypress Logging Company. Because of the nature of the terrain – water levels in the basin very by as much as 10 feet – it was very difficult to log effectively. The owners, Francis Beidler and Benjamin Ferguson, stopped logging the area in 1910 hoping it would be more valuable after other forests were depleted.

Logging resumed in the 1960’s, and a local named Harry Hampton began to advocate to preserve the last remaining hardwood forest in the East. This forest is dominated by Loblolly Pine, which grow very tall and only carry their branches and needles at the very top. I didn’t think that trees could thrive in standing water. But most of this forest lies in standing water for much of the year – at a minimum in the winter when water from snows fill the basin.

In the areas of the forest where Cypress grow, the trees show an interesting phenomenon that scientists don’t have a definite answer of the “why?” The roots of the Cypress surrounding the tree grow up and break the surface of the soil, creating knee high stubs. Scientists think that maybe these stubs may provide the tree with some additional stability in the muddy swamp. But they don’t know for sure. They were very eerie looking – almost alive.

Since the weather was cold and rainy, we settled for hiking through the center of the forest on their elevated boardwalk, and ended up leaving a day earlier than planned. We got an unexpected surprise! When we told the we told the folk at the Country Inn we were checking out in the morning, without even asking, they gave us an immediate credit for the 2^nd  night. When we got back to Laura S Walker State Park, they did the same. We’re used to folks saying “Sorry, you needed to have given us more notice to get a refund – how refreshing! Check out this Pileated Woodpecker we spotted in Congaree – a lifer for us!

Because we knew it would be too cold for a campfire if we got back early, we took the opportunity to head to Charleston to try to find a Whispering Giant, even though it took us 2 hours out of the way. Landing Brave was Peter Wolf Toth’s 23^rd Whispering Giant. We had alleged coordinates, but when we arrived, they took us to a parking lot for Charles Town Landing State Park, and were pointing some 500 feet into a dense wooded area, where there were not paths or even openings. We made the decision to venture into the State Park and asked the docent if the statue was there. She said yes, and pointed it out to us on the Park map.

So, we ponied up the entrance fee, and walked over to where she had pointed. Sadly, we found a metal statue of Cassique, a Kiawah Chief. Disappointed, we headed back toward the parking lot, but I looked at the Park Map and saw that there was part of the park adjacent to the parking lot in the general direction that Brenda had suggested. So, we just decided to take a look near the African American cemetery, and BINGO! There was Landing Brave. If we can find one more Whispering Giant, we will have seen a full half of the sculptures that still exist!

Now, after watching the SpaceX launch we are moving on to Miramar Beach.

Talk to you soon.