Here's a pretty spot near Palatka, Florida. I think as State Forests go, this is one of our newest additions.
Driving through a sandy, scrubby, sandpine stretch ... no paved roads in this forest .... at least I didn't find any.
A bridge over Etoniah Creek. Across the bridge, there's a pitcher pump for your horses and a picnic table.
Of course, I dismounted from the JEEP and whistled for her to follow me across ...
Etoniah Creek on her way, I presume, to the fabled St. Johns River aka "The River Of May" by dead Frenchmen who picked the wrong colony to attack.
The sun was almost gone, but there was enough light to enjoy this beautiful little creek. I didn't get out and go bushwackin'. It was the first day of the black powder hunting season and I didn't want to disturb Bubba's stalk ... or be mistaken for an ungulate.
Plus, it was an impulse diversion on a long ride home, and I had miles to go before I slept.