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Bahia Honda State Park – Day 1

30 May 2017

No signal strength so posts will be delayed until I can access wifi at the concession stand.

I spent yesterday gathering camping equipment and today packing it in the jeep. I managed to leave the house around 12:30 pm and had a leisurely drive down highway 1 to the Keys. No matter how many times I make the trip, it still amazes. It’s also fun to see what is new along the way and what has stayed the same. Ominously, Key Largo and several other keys have massive developments going in. At least they are building them for hurricanes and flooding. All were concrete block and elevated one story.

I pulled into Bahia Honda State Park a little after 3 pm and registered with the ranger. I’m facing the Atlantic in Sandspur campground (yes, there is some sandspur around) in site #50. I highly recommend the site. It is totally shaded with gumbo limbo and you get a sea breeze. Even the ranger commented he thought it was a good site.

I guess I’m a little rusty setting up the Kingdom 8 tent. I spent the first 15 minutes trying to set up the fly before I realized it was not the tent. Once I corrected that, it went up pretty quickly. Again, I have the port-a-potty at the ready in the tent and the queen size air mattress for my sleeping comfort – I hope. I’ve peeled the fly back from the sleeping area to increase the breeze. Hopefully there will be no rain or I’ll have to get up and pull it back over the tent tonight.

I also brought my battery powered fan in case it is too warm tonight. All the comforts of home, minus air conditioning. Just wait until I get my airstream.

After downing 2 bottles of water and resting, I got on the bike and cycled the roads of the park, visiting the other two campgrounds (the park has 80 campsites and 6 cabins). The Atlantic side is the best, in my opinion. The Florida Bay side gets the afternoon sun and you can tell it was hotter on that side. However, most of the campsites are shaded. The distance around the park is 5 miles. If you come to Bahia Honda, be sure to bring a bike. Getting to the concession or the old bridge, or even the nature trail is quite a hike.

Dinner tonight is red beans and rice, thanks to Reed Bilbray and his recommend Cajun seasoning and brand of red beans. I made a large pot yesterday and simply warmed it up in the Coleman oven.

Tomorrow I want to hike to the top of the bridge, do the nature trail and eventually treat myself to some seafood at a local restaurant.

Manatee Springs Day 3

22 March 2016

For some reason, I woke at 5 am this morning and by 5:30, knew it was best to get up and put the coffee on. Breakfast was hot biscuits with strawberry jam and butter.

My goal for the day was to ride another segment of the Nature Coast Trail. This is a nine mile segment to Fanning Springs and, to be honest, I wasn’t sure I could do it.

The biggest problem was finding the old depot which is the trailhead. I Googled it and found no real address but did find a map that pinpointed it somewhere along SW 4th Avenue. The problem was it didn’t give any intersection. After about 30 minutes, I found the depot was now the chamber of commerce. I parked, sought out a restroom to keep from having to make pit stops where there were none. One review about the trailhead was the restrooms were iffy. That was a generous review. It was pretty filthy. The good news, upon my return, someone had cleaned it.

If you have read my blogs, you know one of my truisms about hiking – just when you think it can’t be any more up hill, there is. I propose a new truism for biking. In whatever direction you are going, there will be a head wind.

On the trip to Fanning Springs I was pedaling against a head wind. I was looking forward to a tailwind on the return. No such luck. The wind shifted 180.

The trip to Fanning Springs took 54 minutes with numerous stops for wildflower photography and one rest stop. I managed to average 10 mph on the outward bound segment. The return trip was faster because I had photographed everything I wanted on the outward bound portion. In all, the distance was 18.2 miles through mostly canopied trail. Best of all, it was overcast and about 72F for most of the round trip.

It was just after 11:30 am when I made it back to the trailhead and I decided to check off another state park by visiting Rainbow Springs near Dunnellon. There are three sections to the park: a campground separate from the original tourist part and a tubing entrance.

The tubing entrance was closed so I headed to the main park area which was at one time a privately owned tourist “trap”. It was sold to Florida in 1990. To be honest, it didn’t do much for me with the tourist kitsch still obvious. Most of the grounds are tended by a local volunteer group and all the waterfalls were constructed for the tourists. It’s about an hour drive from Chiefland. At least I can check it off my list.

One thing that has made an impression on me is how many snow birds come down and stay in RV parks, state parks and campgrounds. One couple I met next to me was from Ontario and they had been in various campgrounds in Florida for the entire winter. They had an rv, were retired, and move from location to location. That’s why almost all these places have a duration limit for camping. Otherwise, they would stay in one location for the winter and no one else would get to use e camping sites.

Tomorrow, I pack up and return to Fort Lauderdale.

Manatee Springs Day 2

21 March 2017

It was a cool night, as in 47F. It’s a good thing I brought my down bag. I needed it last night. The new mattress works great and I got plenty of sleep last night, a rarity for a first night out.

It was bacon and eggs for breakfast with percolated coffee and then off to do some trails. On the beginning of the Scenic Trail, I ran into a doe and her fawn. She very politely held a pose for me and then they were off.

My first bit of trouble was the way the park marked their trails. The first trail marker did not indicate any of the named trails on the map, simply pointed the direction to the youth camp and ranger station. The ranger station looked farther on the map so I chose that trail. It was a lucky guess. It did lead to the trailhead for the Scenic Trail.

The second problem came with the next split: Scenic Trail and Loop Trail. The signs looked exactly opposite from the perceived direction. I opted for the Scenic Trail and later found myself on the Loop Trail. Muttering under my breath about a stop at the ranger station, the Loop Trail did feed me back into the Scenic Trail.

The next spit was the Clay Trail. It finally dawned on me these are not the usual trail markers but akin to street signs like you see at intersections. I have no idea why they did them that way but once I figured out their system, I was OK.

The map showed a branch road leading off Clay. I assumed, incorrectly, it would lead to the river. It simply dead ended 0.4 miles down the trail. Note to self – no more branch trails without a description of the end of the trail.

The Clay led into the Fence Trail which led into the Shacklefoot Trail, which on the map seemed to show a view of Shacklefoot Lake. It turns out that Shacklefoot Lake is a temporary lake visible only during river flooding and the rainy season.

Shacklefoot led to the beginning of the Scenic Trail and thus a return to the springs. In all, it was a little over seven miles. Most of the trail was unpaved roadbed. Along the way, I ended up picking up trash others left, including a tin can which cut my right hand and a brand new tennis ball???? Luckily, as a former Boy Scout, I was prepared with my first aid kit in my daypack. As the day wore on, it got pretty warm, but it was easy hiking.

I was warm enough that 72F water of the springs looked enticing and so I changed and went swimming. A couple of families were obsessing over some snakes they saw. One pair were water snakes, but two of the others were cottonmouths. However, they were probably so stunned from the forty degree weather, they were just trying to warm up.

After the swim, I headed to the Walmart at Chiefland to buy batteries. From there I drove to Cedar Key and drove around the town.

In 1993, Cedar Key was voted best small community in the US. It is no longer small. It reminds me of Key West just before gentrification completely took over. It has several quaint hotels and motels, a bar every 30 feet, and water everywhere. It would definitely be worth spending a week on the island in one of the historic hotels and getting better acquainted with the place.

Tonight, I am warming in the oven some homemade Jambalaya I made. The temperature is scheduled for the low 50’s.

Manatee Springs Day 1

20 March 2017

Today I returned to Manatee Springs with the intent to hike some of their trails, complete another segment of the Nature Coast State Trail by bike, and to visit Cedar Key.

I left the house just before 10 am and arrived after 6 pm. The reason for the eight hour drive was I drove State abroad 27 until Winwood and then cut across the state by heading west. The speed limit for most of the trip was 65 mph so that was good (turnpike is 70). The problem was all the small towns where you slowed to 35. However, the drive was infinitely more entertaining than the turnpike.

In particular, the town of Inverness and Dunnellon were really nice. Some day I would like to come back and explore them a little more. They had the classical Main Street with old brick buildings with definite character.

On the way through Lake Placid, I kept an eye out for the infamous caracara. When I first heard this mentioned years ago, I thought someone had invented the name and was playing a trick as in snipe hunting. Later I found out it is a real bird and an exceptional predator. It is a very large bird and very distinctive. You may be wondering why I don’t include a photo.

It’s like this. If I have a camera at the ready in the car, I never see one. If I don’t have a camera ready, they are usually on every other fence post. I had the camera ready this trip, hence the lack of the photo.

However, I did see 4 Sandhills cranes. The first was a loner in a field. The next were a pair and finally another loner. This is horse country and cattle country. I’ve always seen the Sandhills in cattle pastures with cattle around but never in horse pastures with horses around. Wonder if that is significant?

I have become adept at putting up the tent and garage attachment but I did have trouble with my new queen size air mattress. I finally got the thing figured out and I look forward to an excellent night of sleep – if I can get the damn deer to quick roaming the woods behind my tent.

Like all trips, I forgot something. This time it was the batteries for the lanterns. I’ll stop in Chiefland tomorrow and pick up 8 A batteries and 2 AAA. Otherwise, things have gone fairly smoothly.

Tonight, I used a Coleman oven on my Coleman stove to make a hobo dinner using an aluminum foil packet for hamburger meat, potatoes, carrots, and onions, all seasoned with chipotle pepper and rosemary. It turned out perfect and soon disappeared.

Daffodils – Day 3 – Tulullah Falls

7 March 2017

The daffodil excursion is found in the previous blog, so scroll down for it. Thanks to James Holloway, a colleague from Broward College, for suggesting I take a drive to Tulullah Falls, about a two hour drive from the gardens.

Talk about nostalgia! The gps took me through back country roads similar to what I knew as a kid and some of the houses along the way even looked familiar even though I was new to this area.

I pulled into the park around two and got a map for the north and south rim trails, a three mile loop that takes you down to the bottom of the gorge and then across and up the other side. The gorge can drop over nine hundred feet in places from the rim.

The trail on the north rim begins at the interpretive center and your first overlook is of L’eau d’Or Falls and Hawthorne Pool.

From there you walk down 531 steps to the swinging bridge over the gorge.

You are now on the south rim trail and you descend more stairs for a view of Tempesta Falls.

You return to the swinging bridge and climb more stairs to the top of south rim.

If you head east, you can get a view of Hurricane Falls and a glimpse of Oceana Falls.

You then retrace your steps and cross back over to the north rim across the dam over the river and back to the interpretive center.

In all, you manage 1,099 steps of which 568 were up from the bottom of the gorge to the top of the north rim. Interestingly, the park ranger rated this as “difficult” while the ranger at Amicolola Falls rated their 600 plus as “strenuous”.

This was a wonderful hike. I returned about 3:30 pm and headed back to Jasper. I had dinner at an Asian restaurant and guess what my fortune cookie said?

Daffodils – Day 3 – Gibbs Gardens

7 March 2017

Wow! What a day. It first started with daffodils and ended with water falls.

Gibbs Gardens are located near Ball Ground, Georgia and were established in the 1980’s by Jim Gibbs, a nurseryman from Atlanta. It is a 300 acre estate/garden with 50 acres of daffodils with over 20 million bulbs and over 100 varieties.

The gates had not opened and therefore I was first in line. I had a ticket for the tram at 10 am and an hour to kill, so I started walking and followed the signs to daffodils. Once you got to “Daffodil Hill”, they were everywhere!

Daffodils belong to the genus Narcissus and they are also called jonquils. As a kid, I knew them as daffodils, jonquils, and by a couple of variety names as yellow jonquil, butter and eggs, and paper whites.

Some think they were named from the Greek legend of Narcissus but no one knows for sure since Narcissus has many connotations.

This was a trip down memory lane for me. What was in bloom in the gardens was exactly what I remember blooming in both my grandmother’s yards: daffodils, yellow bells, bridal wreath, and flowering quince. Today yellow bells are more commonly know as Forsythia and bridal wreath is known as Spirea.

What originally attracted me to daffodils as a kid were their aroma. Some had no smell at all but others could overpower you with their scent. The ones I smelled on the trails were not terribly strong but it could be age has affected my olfactory perception. However, as I walked through parts of the garden it became quite heady.

In addition to daffodils, they have a Manor House which I assume Jim Gibbs lives in part of the year.

They also have a Japanese garden but it was not in bloom this early.

However, in a previous blog I wrote about Pachysandra, or Allegheny Spurge. I had never seen it before. This time I got to see it in bloom! We botanists take our joy where we can get it.

I’ve posted a video of the garden on Facebook so you can get a better concept of the gardens.

After leaving the gardens, I headed for Tulullah Falls. See the next blog.

Daffodils – Day 2 – Amicolola Falls

6 March 2017

OK, my sciatica is bothering me but less than usual on these long drives. I discovered a new use for heated seats. It seemed to take some of the pain away or at least mitigated it.

In any case, I was getting into Jasper, Ga too early for my Microtel reservation. When I started panning this trip, I looked for something other than Gibbs Gardens to do. Bless TripAdvisor. They suggested Amicolola Falls State Park and the trail to the falls, the tallest waterfall in Georgia at 729 feet.

Instead of heading to Jasper, I detoured off the interstate to Dawsonville. I loved traveling the back roads even though the speed limit was mostly 45 mph because of the mountainous terrain and “S” curves.

Welcome Center at Amicolola Falls State Park.

I pulled into the park about 2 pm and paid my $5 admission. I asked the ranger about the trail. It depends on which web site you go to, but there is some confusion about the distance and even when you check maps, most are not to scale and you cannot determine the distance. She said it was a 2 mile rounnd trip hike and warned me it was strenuous.

The trail up to the falls is approximately one mile and is along a mostly paved trail, well marked with blazes and signs which then turns into a series of stairs to the top.

Your first stop is the reflecting pool at the base of the falls.

Reflecting Pool from the base of the falls.

The stairs and trail were made from labor of Georgia convicts with the approval of the state park service and the Department of Corrections. All I can say is thank you to those who built this amazing set of stairs. The longest section is 435 stairs but all total, they exceed 600 steps. Conveniently, every so often, there is a landing with overlooks of the falls and benches to rest.

Everyone I met on the trail told me how strenuous the climb was, and I began to have misgivings. However, I managed just fine. I’ve learned to control my pace and breathing on climbs. I still feel the Appalachian mountains are tougher than the Sierra Nevadas, the Rockies, and anything I climbed out west.

The falls were pretty spectacular and I immensely enjoyed the hike to the top. Once at the top, I climbed a little farther to the lodge. This looks like a perfect place to stay. It’s very new and modern but fits in with the scenery.

The view from the back deck was spectacular.

The lodge is the starting point for a connecting trail to Springer Mountain, 8.5 miles away. Springer Mountain is the beginning of the Appalachian Trail and I’ve always wanted to hike on Springer. Another bucket list item!

What happened next was typical Fred. I thought the return trail, according to their map, ran behind the lodge. It showed a connection with an exercise trail. I followed what looked like a disused trail behind the lodge to head back to the jeep. I rationalized that most people probably did not do the loop and simply returned the way they came.

As I got further down the “disused trail” I finally realized it wasn’t the return trail at all. The only bad thing was it dropped rapidly in elevation from the lodge, so I now had to hike back up and find the return trail.

I returned to the overlook at the top of the falls and finally saw a sign you would only see coming back down from the lodge for the East Ridge Trail. On their map, it shows the falls trail is marked in blue blazes and the East Ridge Trail marked in brown. There were no blazes anywhere along the length of the trail, but it was certainly worn with use.

I met several people on their way up to the falls on the return trail. I would not recommend it. Take the stairs up and the East Ridge Trail down. The East Ridge Trail is steep and rocky and only the bottom 1/3 has switchbacks. That said, one young lady jogged up past me, reached the top and then jogged past me on the way down.

At 4:30 I made it back to the jeep, tired but thoroughly satisfied.

Daffodils- Day 1 – Paynes Prairie

5 March 2017

It’s strange what stimulates your mind, particularly as you age. Several weeks ago, I thought about what got me interested in becoming a botanist, and particularly concentrating in taxonomy and classification of plants. That led to my wondering what was the first flower that registered with me. I came to the conclusion it was daffodils.

Both my grandmothers had them in the yard and I learned what they were at an early age. I also learned they were the harbinger of Spring, at least in my area of the state of Mississippi. Later I was to learn that in north Mississippi, it was crocus.

By early summer, the daffodil blooms were gone and you mowed them down to allow the bulbs to go dormant and they would magically appear the next spring, often in greater numbers. I soon learned there were varieties like butter and eggs which really didn’t look to much like the classic yellow ones and paper whites which had the yellow outer layer of petals with a white cup.

That got me to thinking I hadn’t seen daffodils bloom in over 35 years and I decided I needed to plan a road trip to do so. Best layed plans…. Apparently it has been a very early spring and everywhere I searched, gardens were declaring the bloom over.

I did sign up on Facebook for a daffodil site and low and behold, I later received a notice from Gibbs Gardens in Ball Ground, GA that although the early bloomers were gone, there is a mid and late season. Gibbs advertises itself as the largest collection of daffodils in the U.S. With over 20 million planted.

Since this was to be a daffodil trip, I decided to stay in motels for the journey and not camp. The only problem was getting out of Florida. I knew not to try a 10+ hour drive to Ball Ground, so I decided to stay the night in Valdosta.

I was going to get to Valdosta early enough, And so I started to look for a side trip. I knew I would be passing Gainesville on I-75 and had always gotten a glimpse of Paynes Prairie and the exit to the state park. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve passed the place and never stopped, so this became a mission. I’m glad I did. Apparently Bartram, the botanist, not only wrote about Manatee Springs (see previous posts) but also was one of the first to see what is now known as Paynes Prairie.

There’s a relatively new welcome center and there is a short trail from there to an observation tower. The views were great but the tower shook and squeaked as you walked up and down. Maybe it’s settling into the muck of the Prairie.

Welcome Center at Paynes Prairie State Park.

Wacahoota Trail at Paynes Prairie State Park near Gainesville, Fl.

A view of Paynes Prairie from the Observation tower.

On the way out, I toured downtown Micanopy, another first. Very quaint and very touristy with antique shops every other store.

I pulled into Valdosta around 5:30 pm, ate dinner and turned in. I was on the road to Jasper, Ga by 9 am.

Dakotah Winery and Manatee Springs State Park

22 February 2017

It was a rain day and instead of bicycling, I visited the Dakotah Winery and Manatee Springs State Park.

The Winery is about halfway between Fanning Springs and Chiefland and I pulled in just at opening time. They were just starting a fire in the fireplace and they wanted to know if I wanted a tasting. I deferred until I had a good look at the place. If you wish some item relating to wine, they have it.

Their first vineyard was planted in 1985 and they specialize, like most Florida vineyards, in muscadine grapes. In talking with the owner, I found out there are some 300 varieties of muscadine grapes – all from the native muscadine I used to eat as a kid – Vitis rotundifolia.

They do have a Chardonnay, a Cabernet and a Merlot but those grapes are flown in from California. Their muscadine wines are a little sweeter and more grapey and I must confess, stir memories of eating muscadines as a kid. Some would grow the grapes at home but mostly, we would find a vine in the woods and pick enough to eat or bring them home for jelly.

As you know, in the south, no one ever takes a drink and would never make wine. However, almost all households would make either muscadine “acid” or elderberry “acid” or Blackberry “acid”. Ah, wine by any other name….

I admit, I preferred the muscadine wines. I bought a couple of bottles and I think they will be great sipping them by the pool on a hot summer day.

Dakotah Winery gardens and wildlife sanctuary.

They have a nice garden/wildlife sanctuary in the back of the Winery and there are wood duck boxes all over the place. The wood duck is the logo of the Winery. If you’ve ever seen a wood duck house, the hole looks too small for that size bird. The way they enter is flying directly into the hole at what seems like 90 miles per hour and you wonder if the duck survives the impact with the back of the house, but they always seem to do so.

From the Winery, I headed down south to Manatee Springs State Park, my destination for some tent camping in March. The park is larger than Fanning Springs State Park and it has 8.5 miles of trails.

When you look at the Springs you can see the water bubbling up from the depths.

Manatee Springs bubbling up from the depths.

The springs were visited in 1774 by the famed explorer and botanist, John Bartram and his notes contain a description of the springs. Manatee Springs is described as a first magnitude spring (greatest flow of water) while Fanning Springs is a second magnitude spring.

I got a chance to visit where I would be camping and also walked their board walk to the Suwannee River. Guess what was waiting for me?

Black vultures. I really must be looking haggard. They are following me around.

I returned to Chiefland and ate at Bar-B-Q Bills, recommended by the Winery. So far all these “Great” places to eat have simply been OK.

I then decided to visit, by auto, the last (or first, depending on where you start) stop on the Nature Coast State Trail, Cross City, Florida. Of the towns along he trail: Cross City, Old Town, Fanning Springs, Trenton, and Chiefland, the only one with any character or charm is Trenton.

I drove back to the cabin, took a nap, and will dine in tonight. Tomorrow I start the homeward journey and depending on how my hip holds up, I’ll either drive straight through or spend the night en route.

By the way, I’ve self-diagnosed as sciatica. Apparently arthritis of the hip gives pain the the front of the thigh and groin area while sciatica is painful in the back of the buttocks and hip. Anyone know any good exercises to allege sciatica?

Nature Coast Trail and Trenton, Fl – Day 2

21 February 2017

I have come to the startling conclusion that the older I get, the steeper hills are, miles are longer than they used to be, and distances can be really be far even on a bicycle.

At a rest stop I tried my hand at a timer setting.

The map provided by the park shows the mileage to Trenton as 7 miles. I passed the 7 mile marker quite a ways from Trenton. All total I did 21 miles on the bike this day when it was only going to be 14 round trip. Life is funny like that. One thing I noticed is that my hands tingled after the ride. I can see that long distance riders could experience nerve damage. My butt didn’t tingle but it did get sore. Strangely, my hip didn’t bother me.

The bike path is well marked, paved, and mostly level. They have rest shelters along the path every 1 1/2 miles or so and mileage posts to depress you since you are sure you just pedaled two miles and the mileage post says only one.

As I started out, I was impressed with the spring wildflowers. There was nothing blooming in the park and so I assumed this would be a dull trip flower-wise but I was pleasantly surprised. One stunner all along the trail was Black Cherry (Prunus serotina) in full bloom. I had forgotten how pretty these can be. They stick with me memory-wise because my mother used to watch birds eat the black “cherries” when they were ripe, get drunk off the fermentation, and fall out of the tree.

I had the path to myself as I began at 8:30 am and finally did pass a walker about 1/4 of the way to Trenton. Once I reached Trenton, and on the return trip, I probably me 13 bikers and 1 more hiker. Even so, this is not a heavily traveled trail and you can see why some of the reviews on TripAdvisor call this Florida’s best kept secret.

Along the way I passed the Lancaster Correctional Facility. It spreads out over a large piece of ground just outside of Trenton. I kept a lookout for escapees. I also felt relief when they didn’t detain me.

Trenton is a righteous town! It’s he county seat of Gilchrist County and is the largest town in the county. The 2010 census put the population at 1,999 and it has an estimated 2015 population of 2,066. Must have been some long winters in there some where.

My first stop was the bathroom at the Old Depot which is one of several trailheads for the Nature Coast Trail.

The old Trenton Depot now used as a trailhead for the Nature Coastal Trail.

I love depots. I used to live by the one in my home town of Morton and my great grandfather, at one time, was an agent. Everything used to arrive by rail in Morton and grandfather owned the local hardware and was all time having to pick up goods there. This was back in the day of coal locomotives and as I traveled the trail, I thought I could smell the smoke – a very distinctive smell. Close, but no cigar. There was a tire recycling center along the trail and the odor from all those tires was very similar to coal smoke.

My second stop was the Suwannee Rose Cafe/Quilt Store/Gift Shop/and Exhibition Space.

The Suwannee Rose Cafe, Quilt Shop, and Quilt Gallery in Trenton, Fl.

As I walked in, a woman who introduced herself as Dianne, greeted me as “Mark” and shook my hand. I told her I wasn’t Mark and she apologized. I told her I wanted to look at quilts and she said it was my lucky day. Down a hallway, past the kitchen, was an amazing array of quilts. It was part of a national traveling exhibit of thousands of quilts. It was a themed exhibit where everyone had to incorporate to colors of a piece of cloth into their quilts.

This was the inspiration for the exhibit on display at the Suwannee Rose.

Winners were selected for cash prizes and she was pleased to show me the third prize winner for the entire contest.

Third Prize winner of thousands of entries. The young girl’s hair is composed on a lot of different colored threads with unbelievable needlework. Work by Delores Fegan of Stanford, Ky. Contest sponsored by Hoffman Fabrics.

Really, the work was jaw dropping. There was one Florida entry and one from Hattiesburg, Mississippi (this one by a man) but the most poignant was from Jopland, Missouri that had been severally damaged by an F5 tornado with over 160 deaths. Almost all worked the colors into their quilts and also the butterflies. The Joplin entry stated how school children said they survived by being saved by butterflies or butterfly people.

Dianne is the promoter for the quilt festival scheduled in Trenton for March 18 and she designed the poster for the event.

Dianne, the publicist for the festival gave me a tour of the Suwannee Rose emporium and quilt display. She designed the poster for the upcoming quilt festival.

Apparently, quilting is big in Trenton. I counted three quilt stores and two quilt museums.

She insisted I stop by the main museum on Main Street (yes, that’s the official name) which she said opened at 11 am.

I had time to kill until 11 and decided to tour the town of Trenton. Folks, this town has more restaurants per capital than any place I know. I counted eight within 2 city blocks. I even saw the one I had planned on eating tonight, Cherry’s Seafood and Steakhouse.

Cherry’s Seafood and Steakhouse where I intend to dine tonight.

It was rated as one of the best in the region by TripAdvisor. I suppose it can support all the restaurants with the prison personnel down the road.

I stolled over to the court house. It’s hard to believe a town of 2,066 is a county seat with a courthouse. I liked the architecture and had a great time watching people go in and out from a park across the street.

Gilchrist County Courtouse in Trenton, Fl.

I headed back and found the quilt museum already open. They didn’t have a bike rack so they let me bring my bike inside. There was a lady doing needle point and we chatted as I toured the exhibits. What I liked about the museum was the antique furniture in the building and the quilts actually displayed on beds. There was an old fashioned quilting frame with pulleys that pulled the frame and quilt under construction to the ceiling so it would be out of the way during everyday chores – just like at my grandmother’s house in Pulaski, Mississippi.

Lunch was soup and sandwich, where else, at the Suwannee Rose.

While eating, I noticed some activity at the Depot across the street. It was a tai chi class! This is some interesting little community!

As I started the trip back, I ran into an older couple on a bicycle built for two. They were starting in Trenton and headed to Cross Town, 19 miles away. Add in the return mileage and I was immediately tired. Not them. They just finished a 55 mile trip from Oleto State Park the day before. Everyone I meet seems older than me, in better shape than me, and faster than me!

I also stopped and talked with a man from Pennsylvania. His wife had just injured herself on their last trip and so he was solo. He and his wife travel down here during the winter months doing trails. I think they find a central, location, stay a month, then move on to another and stay another month.

I extended my journey to the rail road trestle across the Suwannee River.

Railroad trestle across the Suwannee River near Fanning Springs.

The trestle is in pretty good condition. I then kept going to Old Town, Florida and then returned to the park. I admit I was tired. The 21 miles seemed longer but I can tell I want to do more trails in the future.