Friday, November 16, 2007
White Springs ... Way Down Upon The Suwannee River
After the Florida Folk Festival last weekend, Emma and I poked around a little as we left the quaint town of White Springs. This part of Florida is rounder and hillier than my territory to the southwest. The town has the feel of a mountain village, only without the mountains.
Em and I had hoped to see the class 3 rapids at Big Shoals, but the day was late by now and the trailhead sign said the roundtrip hike took about 2 hours, which we did not have. So we tabled that walk for another day.
A boat ramp just outside White Springs.
The river here in almost Georgia extreme North Florida is very different from the Suwannee I know. Near White Springs the river is curvy and skinny. She's faster, friskier ... downright bouncy sometimes and you'd better hold tight in places. (Not that it shows in these pics)
By the time the Suwannee slides down to the Gulf to see me, she's more mature, wider in places, but still with all her curves intact. She's no longer in a hurry and the ride is smoother, slower, but still much appreciated.
WIFI at the hardware store in White Springs and I'm still on dialup here?
This neat old building ruled a corner of downtown White Springs. Wouldn't you love to poke around inside it's cavernous interior?
I suppose this old guy qualifies as a historic building ... see the 1865 over the porch?
Sorry, I didn't mean to snicker, it's just that ...
... okay, I did it again, sorry about the smug snickering. I just can't help thinking that in 1865, my home town of St. Augustine was celebrating it's 300th anniversary.
So 1865 seems downright modern.
Okay, I'll stop now.
Unrelated FYI stuff:
No Friday Florida Food Fest post because it's been a week of leftovers ... boring. I need to cook.
The temperature here this morning is 34 degrees ... yes, the JEEP is still open.