We just spent a wonderful week driveway camping at Gail’s, grilling ribs and steaks and eating way too much good food.
This evening we are at Newport Park, a sleepy little campground near Crawfordville, Florida. This park is near the Gulf after Florida curves back in from the Panhandle. So it’s only 90 miles from Live Oak.
The river offers fishing and boating, and there is a wildlife observation area across the road. There are several large dogs here. Since Sheba won’t quit barking at them, she is on restriction inside the camper. To her, that’s a fate worse than death!
Replicas of the Pinta and Nina are supposed to pull into nearby St. Marks tomorrow. I would love to go see them. I guess we’ll put the dogs in the truck and try to find a shaded spot for them. Since Sunny has lost part of his little mind, we can’t leave him in the trailer and go places anymore. He yips hysterically the whole time we are gone. So far, he will still stay in the truck with Sheba without causing a commotion.
This campground is way out in the boonies of the old Florida. Oddly enough, my paternal grandmother lived in this area when she was young, but it is the first time we’ve been here.
I was afraid we’d be without a cell signal as I watched it disappear the closer we got to our campground. But I am relieved to discover that we get 2-3 bars here, which is enough for phone calls and uploading pictures.
We plan to stay here a week, then head for Florida Caverns State Park. We are still just making our itinerary up as we go along.
And loving it!