Shootin' this hysterical marker saves me a lot of textification on a weekend when traffic is slow anyway, so 'scuse me for postin' a picture of a sign.
As Granny would say, I really wanted to show you this concrete swimming hole.
Here, in Flagler county, is where Floridians began their water wasting ways.
Fed by an artesian well, the water flows through the pool and out this spout. From here, it's a short trip down a sandy bank to the adjoining saltmarsh.
Freeflowing artesian wells are illegal in Florida for obvious water wasting reasons. Somehow this place gets a pass.
The bath house is sagging a bit, but this is a relatively newish park and lots of restoration is going on.
That huge concrete tank just makes me want to farm fish or prawns in it.
A simple diving board harkens back to the era before we all wanted to sue each other for every little slip and fall.
You don't see many diving boards anymore ...
A peek through the bath house.
Tonight will probably mark the final high school basketball game for Junior. A tournament is scheduled for later today, and we've lost some players in the last week, so it will be challenging for Junior and his mates.
Kinda bitter sweet, but I confess, I am looking forward to no more mandatory, 3 game a week, basketball attendance.