Suwannee River State Park is situated where the Suwannee and Withlacoochee Rivers merge on their way to the Gulf.
We are really enjoying our stay here. There is so much to see, and the walking is doing me a world of good.
Old sawmill site and remains of a small steamboat paddle wheel from the town of Columbus that was situated here in the park.
Gail and Mike moved to a hotel when she was so sick. She is bouncing back, and is already missing camping here in the van. That’s hardcore! 😀
They close on the house Thursday, and we’ll head to another campground until the 24th to give them time to settle in and for Gail to recuperate. Then we’ll driveway camp at their place for a few days before heading somewhere else after the 1st of the year.
I’m not sure what this is. It looks like tracks from a very narrow gauge railroad with train wheels on it.
I bought some miniature Christmas decorations for the Casita today. Will plan to put them up tomorrow after we visit with Mom.
Oh, I got reported for being a bad dog mom today. We had gone out for a late lunch, shopping, then stopping in to see Gail and Mike. We got back right after sunset around 5:30 or 6:00. The new neighbor next door told me that Sunny was clawing at the door and making distressed sounds, so he reported us.
Confederate defensive earthworks situated across from where the two rivers merge.
I know that as Sunny’s health declines, he sometimes has panic attacks. I thought he would be okay inside the trailer with Sheba for company. Apparently no more, though. So I will have to take him everywhere with us from now on.
He is not using the puppy pads that I place strategically on the floor. So I think I am going to have to set the alarm to get up in the middle of the night and take him outside for a walk around the campsite so he doesn’t wet on the floor.
The town of Columbus had around 500 residents. Their old cemetery had 4 separate enclosed areas.
I have thought about when it might be time to have the vet put him to sleep. But he still loves his walks, loves being around us, and loves eating, so he still is enjoying his little doggie life. So it’s not nearly time yet.
BTW, no one stopped by to check on the dogs, so I imagine the Ranger saw our truck parked out front and no dog noise coming from the trailer, so he probably just drove on. I’m guessing that’s what happened anyway.
There were a lot of children’s graves and a couple of babies’ graves. This tiny headstone has a symbolic cut off tree monument.
This person must have been much loved and must have loved the beach. The grave has its own enclosure, and it is lined with conch shells.
These two graves were the only ones that weren’t in a fenced in enclosure.
Sheba patiently waiting while Mom takes photos. It was a bad time for photos–midday–but that’s how my day worked out. 🙂