We keep working our way down the coast, stopping to see things along the way. Every day a new destination. We’ve spaced the trip so that there’s not much driving on any one day, and plenty of opportunities to get out and play.
On a POURING down rainy day, we went to the World Golf Hall of Fame. It was very interesting, even for a non-golfer.
Tom enjoyed visualizing himself at St. Andrews, and playing Pebble Beach (on the simulator). Hope we get to those places for real one day.
They didn't let us hold the trophy:
We saw the red sands at Flagler Beach
and the lighthouse at Ponce Inlet, the best lighthouse museum complex we’ve ever toured. It is one of the tallest lighthouses in the country (at 175 feet). There were many shipwrecks off the coast until the lighthouse was built in 1887.
The lamplight can be seen for 20 miles. It is now a National Historic Landmark.The lighthouse is constructed of brick, without a metal skeleton. The walls are 8 feet thick at the bottom and 2 feet thick at the top.
We walked the 203 steps to the top. Our legs felt like rubber by the time we made it back down.
There are actual skeletal remains of homemade boats used by Cubans who attempted the treacherous 90 trip to the United States. Both raft assemblies washed ashore without passengers.
An interesting fact about life at the lighthouse in the early years. Women wore long skirts. There were many wild hogs living on the island, which carried fleas. The fleas got tangles up in the long skirts and women were plagued with flea bites. A common 'prize' at community events was a jar of flea powder.
The first multiracial school in florida started in this area by a woman physician who was not allowed to practice medicine during the civil war. The school thrived for years until interracial education fell out of favor in the 1870's.
We passed through Datona Beach where the sand is so fine that it packs down hard enough to drive on. We didn't - n ot sure how it would work with a motorhome. There is a great history of car racing on the beach.
We stayed at Jetty Park, right beside Cape Canaveral, and watched cruise ships come and go.
Kris stood on the picnic table at our campsite late at night (in pajamas) to get a photo of this departure.
Having our bicycles with us on this trip is great. There have been many opportunities to ride. Kris turned the motorhome into an art studio during a cold drizzly day.
The back bedroom became the men’s sports bar. Haha. We have joked about our petite second home … one bedroom, one bath, eat in kitchen, small guest loft and a MONSTEROUS yard.
Lovin’ life.
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