I was reading The Travels of Kimbopolo a little while ago where she is camped at Anastasia State Park.
Her photos and account of the area transported me back to all the wonderful times I spent in the St. Augustine area and allowed me to relive them.
That was Dad and Mom’s favorite place to take us when we were kids. I have photos of my sister and I sitting on a low coquina wall in front of the ocean taken when I was in second grade. Back then, the coquina was a warm beige color, way before acid rain stained all the stonework black.
Dad used to go oyster hunting in Mantanzas Bay and bring home bushels to roast over a fire in the back yard.
My first boyfriend was stationed at St. Augustine Light before it was automated.
The history of the place transports me back to the original Spanish colony and lets me share their day to day lives, and the lives of all the people who followed after them.
It’s a magical place for me. And thanks to Kim, I got to go there again today.