Anastasia State Park at St. Augustine

Waiting for coffee

The trip across the panhandle from Pensacola to Tallahassee and beyond was memorable in the way you do not want to remember. All road trips can have moments like that and it is generally best to not dwell on them. While I had never been across the Florida panhandle, I had been through the Texas panhandle many times, and the Oklahoma panhandle a few times. Say “panhandle” (or in Mississippi, “Delta”) and it tells me you better get gas before you start because options may be few and fewer. One who has lived in a city all her life might not be as experienced as the country mouse about traveling rural areas, and we will just leave it at that. We overnighted Saturday at a quiet (not) and quaint (not having a bathroom is not my idea of quaint) park which was apparently celebrating the new year early with a loud band, golf cart races, and considerable drunken revelry. Given that the promised “bathrooms near” were padlocked and no one answered the phone at the gate, there was not much revelry in our “no water-no electricity” site.

There was water…it was just so far from the campsite the hose would not reach. Not to worry, I carried water in a bucket at both of my grandmother’s houses, and it was fine. We ate cheese and drank wine for supper and after cuz came down off the ceiling about the bathrooms being actually over a mile away in the dark, and laughing hilariously at things that were in reality not all that funny, we settled in and slept, vowing to get up at first light. I also vowed that I would love to start singing “it’s such a pretty world today, look at the sunshine” at the top of my lungs, but that would probably not have been in my best interest so we just fed the cat and the dog and found the showers/bathroom–you know the one that was a mile away from our campsite.

From there, it was a short drive to St. Augustine and the Anastasia State Park where cuz has reservations for 5 nights. The camp site was on a base of sand (it is on a peninsula by the Atlantic Ocean after all) and shaded by trees and hanging Spanish Moss. We stopped at the Publix on the way through St. Augustine, got ice, fresh supplies, and life looked a little rosier. Don’t let that rosy glow cloud your vision just yet.

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8 Responses to Anastasia State Park at St. Augustine

  1. Betty says:

    Well, you survived it. This sound like it will be good fodder for conversation for many years to come, I’d bet. We are dedicated full hook up site campers, no boon docking for us. And after reading this, we won’t be changing! I have a niece in St. Augustine (pursuing her career as a college volleyball coach (an assistant right now), so I’m very interested in your next post!

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  2. Neal Saye says:

    I love that state park!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. janebye says:

    “What was I thinking?” šŸ™‚

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