Story Aunt Gus and Little Bear's Adventure Book 2 (Complete)

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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Apr 16 – 17: Pasco County​


April 16 (M) - Anclote Key Preserve State Park

Man, sometimes I start to understand why I used to hear people at my old church say that people are devolving and aren’t as smart as when the Creator built the original model. Yesterday it was the kids rioting and today it has been grown people rioting … this time in the often repeated but never improved Tax Riots. Every year. Without fail. I mean I don’t like paying some of the taxes I do either but you don’t need to act like a turd and just cause those taxes you do have to pay to be spent cleaning up the mess you make rather than on something more constructive like fixing bridges, roads, and other things they are supposed to. Enough of that. I know one of these days I may have to decide where I stand but it isn’t going to be on the side of making this country look like France or The Ukraine after the bombs fell.

This morning I fixed Blueberry and Fig Oatmeal[1] for breakfast. I have all those blueberries I need to do something with but the figs did a number on my stomach. Lesson learned.

Today we visited Anclote Key Preserve State Park, an undeveloped island and nature preserve on Florida’s central Gulf of Mexico Coast known for its pristine white sand beaches, excellent shelling, historical lighthouse, clear waters and diverse wildlife. It is one of the few remaining undeveloped islands in Florida. While we had a guide, except for the lighthouse and quarters for one state park ranger, there is no development on the island.

The preserve is located approximately 3-5 miles offshore from Pasco County and is only accessible by boat or other watercraft. There is no bridge, causeway, or road access between the islands and the mainland. Anclote Key is the largest island of the chain, and covers approximately 440 acres. The entire park includes 11,773 acres of protected nature, including protected waters in the Gulf of Mexico. The name “Anclote” is derived from the Spanish word “Ancla,” which means “anchor.” The island was named by Spanish explorers who used it as an anchorage point in the 1500s. Other points in the region were also named similarly, including the Anclote River.

The most common way for visitors to access Anclote Key State Park is by public tour boat. However, a common visitor complaint is that boat tours from Tarpon Springs tend to spend a very short amount of time (As little as 30 minutes) on the island. Many visitors also come to the state park via private boat, jet ski or other watercraft. It’s also possible to visit the state park via a charter boat, although this is less common.

However, our mode of transportation for the day was sea kayak, another popular means of transport to the park. The paddle was approximately three miles one-way. Definitely not appropriate for novice paddlers, but I’ve done much longer treks in The Keys and also did some inland water treks like that when we were out West. Our guide warned us that the paddle to Anclote Key can be dangerous. It isn’t just the distance; we had to pass through open-water with high levels of boat traffic and many other possible hazards. You need to have the right equipment and be prepared and able to deal with environmental conditions and ocean tides, winds and currents.

Rick was a little embarrassed about his lack of confidence in his skills and a little irritated that Lev had no problem as he’s done a lot of similar treks overseas and even up in Alaska. Man, would that be a lifetime dream. I did the only thing I knew to do to prevent a situation by telling him, “And you are supposed to be Super Man with every skill known to man why?”

He blinked and just looked at me. “Rick, you’ve got talents that would drive me bug crap. So you don’t sea kayak. No big. You deal with those on high who control our livelihood. I’ll paddle in the water. You can develop the skill later if you are really interested. Me no likey people. Capiche?”

Guys. Sometimes you just gotta stroke their egos. I don’t even mean that in a bad way. It was Grandfather Barry that was the one that explained it to me when he was training me about group dynamics. He wanted me to understand how to manage a problem without it turning into kissing someone’s butt and losing your own self-respect. Well, I respect Rick. I may not always understand him but I do respect the work and effort he puts into the team. And it isn’t really a big frelling deal that he doesn’t share all the same skills that the other members of the team have, the ones he does have are the important ones. So I headed off a problem by pointing that out in way that his ego could hear it. No biggie.

On the other hand Lev gave me a look ‘cause he knew what I was doing and was warning me not to go overboard. I wasn’t going to but the warning didn’t hurt my feelings any. Rick and our guide Carlos ate it up.

Our target was the east side of the island where it was protected from Gulf of Mexico waves. Boats also gather on the western beaches but only when wind and wave conditions are calm. They were calm in the morning but the afternoon things got a little choppy and I saw some coast guardies patrolling.

As a kayaker we had less of an impact on the landing area (there is no dock, you have to anchor on the beach). Boaters are asked to please avoid damaging the environment when anchoring, and please avoid damaging fragile seagrass, which is essential for the health of Florida’s marine environment.

Before visiting Anclote Key Preserve State Park, one of the most important factors to take into account is that there are no facilities on the island. No bathrooms except for two composting toilets with no toilet paper, no potable water, not electric, no communication nodes, nothing. You must come prepared with everything you are going to need … food, water, and supplies. The island also has a “carry-in, carry-out” policy, meaning visitors must take all their trash and belongings with them when they leave. On top of that, alcohol and dogs are prohibited on Anclote Key. Our guide also said sunscreen and bug spray are an absolute must for things like mosquitoes, horse flies, noseeums and biting gnats can be extremely unpleasant on the island.

Once we got over to the island, trying to avoid the antics of a pod of dolphins, our guide explained that Anclote Key is an important wildlife habitat, especially for nesting birds. Thousands of birds converge on the islands during the annual nesting season. Part of the beach on Three Rooker Island is closed from May 1 until August 1 to protect the bird’s nests and survival.

I wish we could have been there during Sea Turtle season. Or maybe not. I know in some areas they close beaches down, restrict night time lighting, and that’s only the beginning. Anclote Key is an important nesting ground for sea turtles. The turtles are attracted to the isolated beaches and the soft sand, which is easy to dig in to lay their eggs. Sea turtles nest on the beaches of Anclote Key Preserve State Park from May until October, including Green and Loggerhead turtles.

They picked the right spot. The sand is soft and white, and the water is clear and turquoise. Water visibility can be excellent, but it does depend heavily on wind and wave conditions. When wind and wave conditions are right this beach are reportedly the clearest water in Florida.

The sandy beaches are great for swimming and snorkeling, although snorkelers should have modest expectations. There is no coral, or really much to see while snorkeling, but there are a reasonable number of fish.

Benny and I had fun looking at all the seashells, picking a few of them to bring back (no live ‘uns thankfully), and hiking the forested center of the island.

The island has several paths that allow you to explore the park’s habitats and observe its wildlife, including the thousands of birds that nest on the islands in the spring. It is common to see young chicks which have only recently hatched, which is why the island’s protected nature preserve status is so important. There are forty-three 43 species of birds including the American oystercatcher, the Bald Eagle, the Piping Plover, the Roseate Spoonbill, and ospreys that look slightly demented when they are drying their feathers after a day of fishing.

I was glad that we got back to the mainland before the wind picked up but I took one look at Rick and had to bite down hard. Ranger Rick had turned to Roasted Rick.

Benny spoke for the rest of us when he looked at Rick and went, “Whoa. You need some aloe stat Mr. Rick.”

I let it go at that since Rick admitted to it. We headed back to Hickory Point for the night and Rick was soon asleep after taking a shower, bathing in aloe, and only wanting a smoothie for dinner. I made sure he had two canteens of water in his tent. Lev wasn’t much later at hitting the hay. Carrying all of his camera gear following us around was hard work.

I guess it won’t be horrible to get a few extra hours of sleep tonight, assuming the hamster lets me. Tomorrow is our last day in Pasco and then it is on to Hillsborough and from the look of the itinerary I’m going to need more than my normal portion of patience.


[1] https://www.quakeroats.com/cooking-...atmeal-with-blueberries-fig-toasted-hazelnuts
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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April 17 (T) - Salt Spring State Park​


Morning came with a slow start. I don’t blame anyone but I was biting my tongue on the I-told-you-so to Rick. How many times does he have to be reminded to put the sun screen on. You’d think he hadn’t been in Florida for nearly a decade. And he is a ranger … and a rule follower. [Insert atomic eye roll.] Had I known how much time Rick and Lev would take getting it together I would have cooked something for breakfast instead of doing the smoothie thing.

Today’s park was Salt Spring and yes, we had a guide. Kick … yes, that’s what he said to call him … did the history of the park thoroughly. Read that however you want to.

The land the park is on has had many uses over time. Artifacts found within the park boundaries have so far shown that the Tocobaga tribe used the area as a quarry site for lithic tools derived from the limestone formation although no signs of permanent residence have been noted. The land looked very different at that time as the abundance of exotics that took hold over the last 60 years did not cover the maritime hammocks. It is the mission of the park to restore these areas to their natural condition and much of this work has been completed.

Cattle grazing and turpentining were common practice throughout the early 1800s and it was through cattle grazing that the salt springs were discovered by the first modern settlers. In the early days of cattle grazing on the property the owners noticed that the cattle preferred certain springs over others, they then discovered that these were salt springs and the cattle enjoyed licking the salt off the rocks surrounding the springs. One of these springs, now named Reflection Spring, popular with the cattle can be viewed today as it has been restored to its natural condition.

During the Civil War salt production became an important asset to the Confederates as the Union destroyed every salt works they could find. Salt works were set up on the property and were some of the only salt works in the state to never be dismantled by the Union soldiers. This was due to the inaccessible nature of the springs. Soldiers would have to board row boats and travel as much as a mile inland to find the salt works. Additionally, with the springs proving salt water so far from the coast the Union soldiers were unaware that the smoke rising from the ovens had anything to do with salt production.

In the 1920s through the 1980s mullet fishing was extremely popular in the bayou waters of the park. Modern net regulations changed the mullet industry heavily in 1994 and this lifestyle was lost to history though the industry is still important in the area.

In the 1940s World War II aircraft flying to bases in Florida expended 50 caliber cartridge casings, testing their armaments before final transport to Europe to support the war effort. Many of the small ponds throughout the park are remnants of bomb craters created by these intrepid pilots.

In the 1950s and 1960s, developers attempted to drain the park. This was during one of the Florida land booms and many areas were sought for housing and commercial development. The mosquito ditches dug throughout the park remain today and are the only remaining sign of that period of this park’s history.

Currently the park is being restored to its original state while efforts are being made to educate the public about its unique history through the use of static displays and educational kiosks. (Otherwise known to Little Bear and Aunt Gus as sign-thingies). Trails are being added or extended constantly, as well as new boardwalks, observation platforms, and eco-friendly restrooms. All efforts are made to protect and preserve the natural habitat while ensuring that all visitors have access to explore this beautiful slice of the Real Florida.


His spiel was more interesting than what I copied out, I think I just wanted to get the show on the road. We finally got to it but I could tell Rick was not his usual energetic self so I kept pushing the electrolytes on him through out the day. First thing we did was some hiking on a path that would give us the opportunity to see the mangrove crab, the only crab in our hemisphere that can walk straight forward and straight backwards as well as sideways.

We did a couple of other short trails of less than a mile long and then hopped to our primary activity was a couple of hours paddling around the salt marsh. Rick insisted on coming and I put him in the tandem with me while Benny got to paddle his own kid-sized kayak. I was a little nervous but Benny was so excited to give it a try and the trail so newb-friendly that I thought it would be a good learning opportunity for him. And it was. But I also explained to him that we were giving this a try but also doing it for Ranger Rick only Ranger Rick wasn’t to know that. Wink. Wink. Little Bear got it in one.

“Like he isn’t feeling good but he’s a grown up so you can’t tell him no and you don’t want him to get hurt or sick and then get upset he got hurt or sick.”

“Yeppers.” Wink wink. Sometimes that empathy comes in handy.

We only did about five miles on the Florida Circumnavigational Saltwater Paddling Trail[1], but it was sufficient. The bugs were a bit of a hassle, especially the gnats. Even with me doing most of the work, Rick was still in pain when we landed and headed back to our transportation. I loaded the kayak myself. Rick at least admitted that it was a better idea instead of driving separate that we put the jeep on the trailer hitch, and they rode with Benny and I.

And where did we head? Hillsborough River State Park in Hillsborough County. I’m not sure that Rick doesn’t have more than a sunburn. I told him that he needed to drink more as he still has symptoms of dehydration. He says one more night of rest should do it for him, but he may need to take it easy tomorrow. Hard head refuses to sleep in the van. I don’t know what that is about unless it is excessive modesty but I’m not going to fight him on it. Adult male allowed to make adult male decisions, even if I don’t agree with him.

Resources:
Historical Markers and War Memorials in Pasco County, Florida


[1] Florida Circumnavigational Saltwater Paddling Trail | Florida Department of Environmental Protection
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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Apr 18 – 28: Hillsborough County​


April 18 (W) - Hillsborough River State Park (camp)​


I can tell we are now in a very populous area of the state. Wowzer. Talk about your issue of overpopulation. It’s worse than Jacksonville around here. Traffic last night was rancid even though I didn’t mention it. And Rick is feeling better today which I think we are all thankful for. The kind of stress he is under puts him in the cross hairs of a real illness.

I got us started this morning with a yummy Chocolate Banana Date Oatmeal[1]. And glad I did because lunch and dinner were two very interrupted meals as Rick kept finding that people needed to talk to us. Most of it was over the upcoming activities in the schedule for Hillsborough County, but some of it was almost like bitch-sessions where they wanted to know how Rick got the sweet job and what he knew from HQ about the threatened lay-offs when every park and department already said they were running shorthanded.

A few were also giving me the hairy eyeball which I did not appreciate nor understand. I think it has something to do with Benny but that’s just making me even more sensitive and protective of my nephew and our space. What’s worse, I think a couple of them are poking me on purpose to see how I’ll react. This is the first time we … or at least I … have run into this kind of attitude on this assignment. Most if not all the rangers have been super cool, super chill, and very helpful. The ones that have come around today … let’s just say they don’t fall into that description. It bothered me so much that I even let it slip out around the fire ring tonight.

With some understanding Rick said, “The district manager is new and took over for someone that had been in the position for over a decade. The change hasn’t gone smoothly. Can you cut them some slack? I realize they aren’t helping the situation. They shouldn’t be addressing any personal issues since they don’t affect the end product we are producing for the State.”

Lev added in his own jargon, “Ignore them. You aren’t doing anything wrong. They don’t like it, they can pound sand.”

Two different takes on the same problem. I get what both men are saying. And I even understand why they are saying it like they are. But they aren’t the ones that are the guardian of Benny. I need to come up with my own strategy. Something tells me I need one.

They kinda pushed the available Junior Ranger program despite the materials being less that scintillating. Or maybe I am just over the entire program since the national park one is so much better and I have seen any improvement despite their questionnaires. I know the money for the program is different but they need to get rid of all of the repetition between the parks. Or maybe I am just cranky after being pushed and prodded. Pretty much over that today as well.

Surprisingly we were on our own today. Not a bad thing I just expected a guide after the previous parks. Of course it was almost like having a guide with all of the interruptions. There aren’t a lot of sign-thingies in the park so we had to get the little bit of history we got from Benny’s junior ranger stuff.

The river was named in the late 1700s for Wills Hills, the British Colonial Secretary and Lord Earl of Hillsborough. In the 1930s, during the Great Depression, the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) established the area surrounding the river rapids as a public park. Many of the park's structures and the suspension bridge are examples of the CCC style of rustic architecture, in harmony with the natural environment.

We did all four hiking trails in the park today, that totaled 7.3 miles. They were heavily trafficked, especially the ones that ran along the river. And though crowded it wasn’t nearly as bad as Weeki Wachee had been so I counted that in today’s win column.

There was a kids group at the pool area today so instead we hit up the Fort Foster State Historic Site.

Fort Foster was originally built in December 1836 by Col. William S. Foster and his 430 men. It took the group about three weeks to construct the fort using only hand tools and sweat. During the Second Seminole War, the purpose of Fort Foster was to defend the bridge crossing at the Hillsborough River and act as a resupply point for the soldiers in the field. The fort was garrisoned on and off from December 1836 through April 1838.

Although the fort was attacked on several occasions, the worst attack occurred in February 1836, when a small group of Seminoles attempted to set fire to the bridge. The attempt was stopped by aggressive musket and cannon fire from the 50 or so U.S. Navy sailors and the 20 artillery men within the fort.

Today, park staff and re-enactors provide living-history demonstrations of life at Fort Foster. Each year, the site offers two living history events: Fort Foster Rendezvous in January and the Candlelight Experience at Fort Foster in December. I’ve read both events are heavily attended. I wouldn’t have minded the Rendezvous but I can’t imagine wearing some of those costumes in the heat we are now experiencing.

The fort was designed for war and not built to modern safety standards. Rough terrain, uneven floors and blockhouse stairs can be hazardous. It is one of those see-this-at-your-own-risk kind of things and I was diligent with Benny because of that. Turned out it was Lev who almost went down as it was walking and taking film at the same time and wasn’t watching where he was going enough. I used it as a teaching moment for Little Bear.

Tomorrow we’ll get wet in the river and see about using the “pool” area which is really a spring though they don’t call it that. For tonight I’m going to take a couple of headache pills and hit the hay a little earlier than my normal. I am going to try and take Rick and Lev’s advice and try and ignore the poking that went on today. However, I really hope that tomorrow is not a repeat.


[1] https://www.quakeroats.com/cooking-and-recipes/chocolate-banana-date-oatmeal
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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April 19 (R) – Hillsborough River State Park​


Came back after playing with Benny in the park, and watching him zip through the Junior Ranger Booklet that has supposedly been updated to current Sunshine State Benchmarks (I’ve got a few critiques of that for sure), to find we’d been assigned a helper by the county. “Helper” rather than guide. Uh huh. Little weird but nothing I could do about it. After giving it some thinks today, I suspect someone is trying to stick their nose in that either wants the money from the grant rerouted to their pet projects or someone got their nose out of joint over the grant in some way. I have no proof, that’s just the feel I get after yesterday’s little forays into areas called none-of-their-business.

What’s more, the “helper” is a former teacher and I got the feeling she was keeping a close watch on Benny. That … bothered me. I’m not sure if Benny was picking up on my unease or had some of his own but he insisted on doing “his chores” early so he could play with his Junior Ranger notebook and work on another virtual geocache. He did it so that Ms. Gluecklich couldn’t really take exception, but he was excluding her. I don’t blame him. He used his good manners but there was definitely a wall there when he is normally very friendly to adults. Ms. G was more than a little nosey in my opinion though she did make up for that somewhat by praising Benny for his work.

Later, after Benny went to sleep, she grilled me. I mean toasty. And I wasn’t loving it that she was doing it in front of Rick, Lev, and some other rangers that had stopped by. I finally responded to her by saying, “Not all of us have an optimal experience in a traditional classroom.”

“Beg pardon?”

My ease and tone surprised everyone sitting around the campfire. I decided it was time for a frank response to her tactics. “I know the look. You are out to land a ‘gotcha’ on me. I’m willing to answer your questions if you have legitimate ones and have been doing so up to this point. I’m not willing to put my nephew’s mental health at risk if you have any other kind of strategy which would seem to be the case as you keep escalating and doing it in front of an audience.” Several rangers had joined our fire circle like it was a coffee klatch. Yeah right. They were supposed to be the witnesses if it came down to a report.

By the time the “discussion” was complete I think even Rick and Lev were surprised how I was handling things.

“You sure you are twenty-one?” one of the other rangers asked.

I shrugged keeping in mind my training. The question was supposed to be funny, but it came off a little snarky to be honest. I answered as if I was ignoring his tone rather than making note of it for future reference. “There are days I feel … well a lot older than that. Life has been challenging for me. I used to wonder why it had to be that way but now I think it is because it meant that I could be here for Benny with more understanding than he might have otherwise gotten in an institutionalized setting like public school. Or maybe that is making me out to be more than I am. All I know is that Benny … needs me. And I need him. And for whatever reason we wound up together … it works. We have a level of mutual understanding due to shared experiences and shared personality traits. I’m not doing what my grandfather expected me to. I’m not doing what my father expected me to. I don’t think Lawrence ever expected life to happen the way it did after … after he didn’t come home. But …”

“But?”

“I’m more than I might ever have been had I simply fallen in with what other people expected of me. My brother Lawrence, Benny’s father, was the closest in his expectations, but not even he could have foreseen some things that have happened. It’s meant that I’ve had to find new ways that work with the old ways so that Benny and I can have a good life and so that I can help him grow into someone that can pick a path of his choosing. It might mean that it takes a little longer for Benny to get there, but he will get there. And when it is time, I’ll figure out how to let him go so he can sail on his own. But I’ll always be a port if he needs one.”

And that’s about all I care to record of the day. If I dwell on it too much I’m going to lose my “easy going nature”. Yeah, right. The only good thing I can say is I must be maturing because this kind of crap would have had me exploding all over the place not that long ago.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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April 20 (F) - Little Manatee River State Park (camp)​


Breakfast was Mango Turmeric Oatmeal[1]. Not sure if I will repeat this one. The flavor wasn’t bad, but the funky color was more than a little off-putting if you want to know the truth. After breakfast we broke camp and headed to Little Manatee River State Park. And our guide? Ms. G? She wound up being a bit of a drag.

The Little Manatee River begins in a swampy area near Fort Lonesome and flows almost 40 miles before emptying into Tampa Bay. I will admit that she helped with the history section for Benny’s Junior Ranger material but she was surprised at his maturity level on the subject and how much he had retained from the other parks and the national parks.

The Little Manatee River has shaped the history of the park and the surrounding communities. Southern Hillsborough County has been home to an interesting array of people, from the earliest native Americans to the cowboys, pioneers, entrepreneurs and dreamers who have settled here over the years. The Uzita were the first native people to settle on the mouth of the Little Manatee River at Cockroach Bay, over 10,000 years ago. The Uzita fished in the river, went clamming and fishing in the gulf, and used shell deposits to build burial mounds. A Spanish expedition into Cockroach Bay yielded some of the first written accounts of the Uzita people.

Peninsular Florida remained sparsely settled and wilderness prevailed in southern Hillsborough County through the 1800s. A few Florida crackers would pass through the landscape, following their cattle as they roamed across the vast free range of palmetto and pine flatwoods.

Temporary logging camps popped up overnight along the river and bays; loggers would harvest the bald cypress and longleaf pines, then dismantle camp and move to the next harvest location. The occasional "fly up the creek" were homestead areas where they could subsist off the land. The earliest settlers along the Little Manatee River sought the wilderness and solitude. Some were looking to escape; some perhaps deserters from the army or the Second Seminole War; some perhaps outcasts or outlaws; and others simply hoping to escape the city and the inevitable growth ahead.

The Little Manatee River still follows the same winding, sinewy course it has for centuries. It is one of the few rivers in Florida that was never significantly dredged or altered by canals or mining operations. At the turn of the 20th century, some local communities, including the socialist colony of Ruskin, hoped to create a more commercially viable port and trade channel, but the funding was never available and the timing never quite right for those requests to be realized. The river remains one of the most pristine blackwater rivers in Southwest Florida.

With the arrival of the South Florida railroad in 1884, the population multiplied around it. Small towns like Palmetto, Wimauma and Willow popped up along the railroad line almost overnight. Willow, a small lumber mill town, sprung up on the south bank of the Little Manatee River where the Seaboard Air Line railroad crossed the river. Willow is now a ghost town that has returned to scrub. The historic railroad bridge still stands over the river, 3 miles upstream from the park.

As the railroad made South Florida more accessible, new industries moved into this area. Northerners were marketed the health benefits of the warm sunny climate, and tourism became a viable industry. The turn of the century saw "citrus fever" hit the nation, and truck farming emerged in Ruskin and other towns in this area.

Evidence of two old homesteads and remnants of tomato fields and light cattle ranching can still be seen on the park property. Evidence of other historical uses of the land within the park have vanished from the landscape. Historic sites have returned to scrubby flatwoods, and evidence of the old fish camp from the early 1900s and the riverside bar from the 1950s have all but disappeared. Only oral tradition passed down from local residents and park staff keeps the park's history alive.


And the reason for the “oral tradition” is because there aren’t that many sign-thingies for people to read and only a little bit of the history appears in the park brochure in such small print that I doubt most people read it.

I really would have like to have paddled on the river but with Ms. G along it wasn’t possible. We did hike along it for a bit. The river has been designated an Outstanding Florida Water and is part of the Cockroach Bay Aquatic Preserve. It flows for 4.5 miles through 11 unique natural communities within the park.

After walking around a bit we got our site and I was all for getting in early to park the vehicles. The campground has 30 sites suitable to either tent or RV (or in our case a van). I discovered that Ms. G is not a camper. She had her own personal tent, but Rick and Lev had to help her set it up or we would have been there forever. Benny was going to, but I held him back. “Let the adults help the adult.” In reality I wanted Rick (and Lev) to see she wasn’t as all that as she thought she was. Now I know that makes me sound bitter, but the truth is … okay, maybe I am, but it is with reason. I just don’t care for the woman, and she is screwing up our team dynamics and butting her nose in where it doesn’t belong. If the guys don’t see it, I at least know that Benny does. He is not enjoying her presence and I wish I could ditch her but what Admin wants, Admin gets.

Speaking of hiking, A 6.5-mile trail is located in the north wilderness area in the park. This stacked loop trail is accessible from U.S. 301 North from the trailhead entrance on the north side of the Little Manatee River. The trail (politely described as “rustic” bwahaha) takes hikers through many of the natural communities in the park, including riverine hammock and floodplains, scrubby flatwoods, mature sand pine forests and remnant sandhills. The trail crosses Cypress Creek, a major tributary of the Little Manatee River, and the scenic point where the creek feeds into the river. There are several points where the tall bluffs of the river bank offer picturesque overlooks along the Little Manatee River. I was the one doing most of the explaining for Benny. Ms. G was busy trying to breathe and keep up at the same time.

Ms. G needed to do some reporting at this point. Uh huh. I left her in camp with Rick who is still kinda recovering himself, and decided to do a little more hiking since Benny and I both still had the wiggles. Lev opted to come along and I found out that someone knew what I was doing.

While Benny used his discovery toys to watch some bug or other, Lev started wheezing.

“What? Did you spring a leak?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I was wondering if you were going to drop her in the river before you could escape.” I gave him blank-face and he wheezed some more. “Relax. Rick and I get it. She’s about to get on his last nerve too. He’s trying to find out who set her to watch us but he has to do it carefully.”

“Better him than me,” I responded with an eye roll that would have gotten me swatted by Grandma Barry. “Seriously, what is up?”

“Rick thinks they underestimated what we’ve been doing as far as activities. Thought maybe we were making things up and were trying for a power/control grab kind of thing. Either that or trying to make us look bad. The control of the grant money is a big deal and Rick has gotten more blow back on it than he was letting on. Doesn’t matter. G woman will be gone by the end of this county and will not be following us to other locations. And while we might have guides, someone is going to smooth the way and make sure they aren’t out to gotcha us.”

Okay, so maybe I underestimated two of my caballeros. And okay, so maybe I am/was/am/whatever a little jealous. But if she thinks I am going to invite her to stay in the van overnight with Benny and I she can unthink that thought pronto. I really want Benny to have a place he can get away from her prying eyes and nosey questions.

Another trail we did was the 0.8-mile Oxbow Nature Trail The trail was perfect for a short stroll through the sand pine scrub and gave us a nice cool down after the more strenuous hikes. The trail provides a great contrast between both upland and wetland communities, as it makes a ring around the outer ridge of an oxbow wetland and the scrubby upland river bluffs along the river. Was buggy as a result, but bug spray helped with that.

Last trail we did before heading back was the Sandpine Trail which is really a network of trails that connect the main use areas of the park. Composed of three stacked loops and additional side trails, it has a total distance of over 2 miles. The trail leads through a mix of sandpine and oak scrub and scrubby flatwoods.

I was tempted to leave “G Woman” to her own devices when it came to meals but I was prepared to do my duty when I came back to find that several other rangers had shown up and were setting up a cook out. The guys manned the grill and I provided a salad to make sure my gluten-free compatriots had something they could eat as well.

Nighttime and I sure hope that Ms. G realizes that I rise and shine early. Bwahahahaha


[1] https://www.quakeroats.com/cooking-and-recipes/mango-golden-turmeric-oats
 

kyrsyan

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Might not like Mrs. G, but her presence could prove to have been useful in the future. If issues ever come up with having to prove that Benny has been being schooled, and his skills levels.
 

Old Gray Mare

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Mother Hen is good at painting characters with words. It's easy to picture Mrs G. (insert image of least favorite teacher).

Really think they should take Mrs. G. kayaking for the full park immersion experience, like up close and in person with an alligator? Cotton mouth? Haven't they been known to hang from trees over water? If they really wanted to be nasty they coulda pitched her tent on a fire ant nest. Camping down south, well camping safely takes some country smarts.
 

Kathy in FL

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April 21 (Sa) – Gibsonton and Apollo Beach​


Today Ms. G … whoops, sorry didn’t mean to wake you so early but 4 to 4:30 is my normal, you’ll get use to it … took us off-park as we visited the cities of Riverview, Gibsonton, and Apollo Beach starting with the International Independent Showmen’s Museum in Riverview. There were thousands of circus and carnival artifacts, from tiny to giant. This included a 1903 Conderman Ferris Wheel and a 1950 American Beauty Herschell Kiddie Carousel. Our guide through the museum (who basically usurped the role that Ms. G had intended to play) told the story of the heyday of the traveling carnival in the US.

Our guide started out: The tinny ballyhoo piped through the museum’s sound system is a reminder of when the carnival came to town. Who wouldn’t want to “Step right up?” Oh, the carnival still travels to mall parking lots and church back lots, but it’s not the only game in town now. There are other diversions to entertain the imagination of young folks, and many of them have a screen. But back in the day when the carnival trucks, and maybe along with the circus train, rumbled into towns both large and small the world stopped. There was nothing more exciting than testing your throwing arm for a chance at a cloth kewpie doll or a hand-painted plaster cowboy. Where else could you get scared out of your mind by peering into a pit of live snakes or get a glimpse of man so covered with tattoos there was no unadorned skin visible?

The purpose of the Showmen’s Museum is to preserve that type of history in a place that is already all but pickled in carnival lore. Riverview is in rural Hillsborough County just across the Alafia River from Gibsonton, called Gibtown by the carnival folks who’ve wintered there for years. Fewer and fewer carnies can be found as they are a dying breed. However, each winter, thousands of carnival owners, concessionaires and ride operators descend on the area to attend the International Independent of Showmen’s Association trade show. This is where orders are taken for rides, games, prizes, signs and much more. The association’s offices are across the street from the museum.

According to our guide, in the 1960s, at the tail end of what is generally considered the “human oddities” period, nearly 140 people with names like Percilla the Monkey Girl, Lobster Boy, and the Giant and his Half-Girl wife lived in Gibtown. Even some actors who played munchkins in The Wizard of Oz called Gibtown home. In those days, it would not be unusual to see a group of little people walking down a neighborhood street. Carnies could be found in places like the Showtown Bar and Grill or the nearby Giant Camp Restaurant, run by the 8-foot-5 Giant himself, Al Tomaini, and his wife, Jeanie, who had no legs. Not so much these days however. Giant Restaurant is gone, and a tall memorial marker honoring the Tomainis sits on the site. The Showtown remains, fallen in disrepair but still welcoming locals.

The sideshow has died for many reasons, the biggest one the change in attitudes about the exploitation of both humans and animals. And these days, you can see the tattooed man at the food court of any mall across the country. Reality TV has done its part in replacing the sideshow, too.

David Rivera -- Doc Rivera as he’s known historically – ran Metrolina Rides & Shows out of Charlotte, N.C. for more than 60 years before retiring to Gibtown. “The history of traveling shows can’t be separated from the history of America,” Doc Rivera said. Indeed, the traveling carnival, which was born at the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago, traces both the country’s technological and societal changes. An exhibit on that watershed fair starts a visit to the museum.

There are many strange exhibits at the two-story museum, including an extensive display on black minstrel shows and a tribute to Father Mac, “carny priest.” The exotic lure of the Mideast and Far East are evident in the names of some of the performers, including the “Two Headed Women of the Nile, Princess Luxura.” A costume worn by burlesque dancer Gypsy Rose Lee, the tailed tuxedo of someone who stood no taller than 3 feet, and the supersized shoes of the Viking Giant are displayed among tickets, posters, banners and fun-house mirrors. Upstairs is an extensive library of books and magazines used by scholars and students for research, along with more exhibits. Two detailed small-scale models of carnivals drew Benny’s attention. The Ray Genter handcrafted carnival model is billed as the world’s largest.

I wouldn’t say I was creeped out by the museum but some of the stories of the performers were sad, and I thought it an odd addition to itinerary. Ms. G said the kids at her former school did it. I asked her, “But did they enjoy it?” She gave me a look like that hadn’t even been part of the equation. She obviously didn’t get that when you have an empathetic kid like Little Bear you needed to be cautious of the input.

For lunch Ms. G gave us directions to a waterfront restaurant called Circles. The place was definitely not cheap and for some reason we were expected to pick up her lunch. I mean what the heck. There were some gluten-free options but I would have preferred to picnic. It would have been faster, easier, and less expensive.

From there we went to a better-for-Benny type location. Manatees are one of Florida’s favorite creatures and you can see tons of them at Manatee Viewing Center. It is at the Big Bend Power Plant in Apollo Beach. Even if the manatees aren’t out, or aren’t in season, you can still spot other wildlife such as manta rays. The set up is a Tidal Walk walkway which brings people 900 feet into Tampa Bay. There is also a wildlife observation tower that stands 50 feet, so you get a bird’s eye view of the preserve below.

Afterwards we headed back to camp at Little Manatee River. I pulled Rick aside and trying not to make a stink I asked about the food arrangements.

“Rick, I’m trying not to be controlling or step on anyone’s toes but … did the price of lunch bother you?”

He looked around and then asked me to walk away to the front of the van to put some space between us and our “guide.”

“I know Gus. I already texted Admin to let my supervisor know. And no, we aren’t supposed to be providing perks for the guides that we are going to have. I’m not sure if the miscommunication is intentional or accidental.”

“I’m just not … look, I don’t want to … oh crap, no matter what I say I’m going to sound …”

Rick finally smiled. “No. You’re a team member that has a legitimate concern. I’m telling you that you aren’t the only one and that Admin understands we are trying to be responsible of the budget and the grant money. Tonight she is going to be in a meeting that … yep, there she goes.” And nope, she didn’t look happy. “I have to take tomorrow off. Try not let her … er …”

“Poke the Gus?”

He coughed to hide a laugh. “Something like that. If she really pushes the boundaries you’ve got my number but I suspect she is going to be engaged in the workshops and activities planned for tomorrow.”

So that’s where I’m leaving it for now. The woman irritates me but that doesn’t mean I should let her decide how I’m going to react. I’ve got more self-control than that. Or I better.

Me and my three caballeros had a simple dinner after the heavy and rich food we ate at lunch and clean up is finished. So is the latest bowl of popcorn. Tomorrow we are heading to the Alafia river.
 

sssarawolf

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Many thanks tonight. It's been a Lonnngggg day here. Lots of work done and we started splitting wood with getting around 2 cords done today. Plus ended up with company for a couple of hours. A daughter came up with granddaughter and 5 of the great grands 1 yr. to 12 yrs old. At least they got to feed the mules carrots. And the 5 yr old found a puddle to sit in from the creek that stopped flowing a few days ago lol.
 

Kathy in FL

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April 22 (Su) – Earth Day - Alafia River State Park (camp)​


Rick’s day off. His bosses almost made him participate in some of the Earth Day activities but they had enough people wanting the hours that they let him off the hook. Ms. G was not real happy about that because she had to give up her weekend off and expected everyone else to suffer the same. Hah. She should have just let things go and gone on her way instead of continuing on whatever you want to call the path she is on. At least we were free of her today. She remained at Hillsborough River and we took off for the Alafia River. I think Rick might have set that up as he took off with the jeep while we broke camp and headed towards our next park and camp with Rick giving us with a look and shooing motion. You didn’t have to tell me twice. Teach the Queen Bee to oversleep in.

Alafia River State Park is a former phosphate mine. Mining altered the landscape and created new landforms such as several small lakes and steep grades. A bottomland forest bordering the South Prong of the Alafia River was protected from mining operations. The park's 7,733 acres were donated to the state by previous and current mining companies. Probably as a tax write-off I’m sure. The park sits on a former mine in the area known as Fort Lonesome. According a sign-thingie that quoted the Hillsborough County Historic Resources Survey Report, "Fort Lonesome has the distinction for having the most origin accounts for its name." Eh, whatever the heck that means.

Since we didn’t have Ms. G to worry about, we decided to explore the park via kayak.

Kayaking the Alafia River had some surprises I wasn’t expecting … shoals, riffles and rapids. The river’s bottom is largely white sand, but a half dozen times in a 12-mile canoe trip, limestone rocks cropped up and offered a rare-for-Florida moment of whitewater thrill. It would be easy people who are novice or out of practice reading upcoming rapids to catch a rock that could capsize a canoe or kayak. Mostly, though, those riffles were just plain fun.

Back in 1997 the river was the site of a huge toxic chemical spill. Some 28,000 gallons of phosphoric acid spilled into the river from a fertilizer manufacturing plant during a rainstorm. The spill killed vegetation along the river, a million bait fish and 75,000 game fish, according to reports at the time. But you’d never know it now. The Alafia River is lined with a tree canopy of cypress and large live oak trees covered in Spanish moss and fuzzy with air plants.

We saw plenty of wildlife along the river including a large gator, several feral hogs, lots of turtles, schools of fish, kingfishers, herons, whistling ducks, and assorted other birds.

Kayaking took up most of the day and let us avoid the Earth Day activities in other areas of the park. Lots of kids. Lots of out of control kids. They were giving Benny the heebies and didn’t look like they were doing much good for Lev either. We headed to get one of the thirty campsites that had hook ups and slowly things started to settle down as the park emptied. That’s when Lev got a call from Rick.

Yes!

We we are going to have another day free of Ms. G tomorrow. And free in more that one way. Lev needs more filler shots and that’s what we are going to do tomorrow. Unfortunately we are going to do it without Rick. He has some meetings to go to and he’ll meet us Tuesday morning and will have Ms. G in tow. Ugh. But he also told Lev to tell me the budget issue has been addressed and not to stress about it.

For dinner tonight I asked Lev if he minded breakfast. He laughed and said he was fine with that so I fixed gluten free waffles and some sausage. Yes, it did go over very well, thanks for asking. Lev and I are going to sit down and fine tune what we want to do tomorrow … or what Lev needs to do tomorrow … as soon as he is off the phone with his people. I’m going to put this log down and try and keep an open mind.
 

Kathy in FL

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April 23 (M) – Filler Day​


Rick wasn’t off but he wasn’t with us today either. He was meeting with HQ people at the county headquarters. And no Ms. G and I could tell that Benny was relieved but being polite about it. You know how some little kids just have a sense about particular adults? I’m not sure what it is but Ms. G rubs both of us the wrong way. And she was a teacher. I’m not sure that I’m interested in figuring out why she bothers us, but she does.

Lev needed some filler so after a breakfast of Pot o’ Gold Kiwi Oatmeal[1] we headed into Tampa proper to do some exploring and hit the high notes of … food. That’s right. I think we must have eaten our way at nearly every little ethnic, drive in, and dive place in the city.

We started out just driving around and wherever Lev could get a good skyline shot or something else caught his fancy. Top on his list was downtown and University of Tampa with the onion tops on the original buildings. Neat looking places but man oh man could you tell it was a Monday and a half for some people. Then it was time for the foods. Whoa.

For an actual lunch we started out at this place called Brocato’s Sandwich shop. It opened in 1948 as an Italian grocery store. It morphed from grocery store to meat market, to sandwich shop, and is still owned and operated by the Brocato family, several of whom where there taking orders, building sandwiches, and putting platters together. Tiny place but incredibly busy. Wasn’t cheap but that’s because of the quality and size of the items. I wanted a crab roll and stuffed potato so bad and Lev insisted I get what I wanted. He and Benny shared a plate of black beans, yellow rice, and Spanish pork. Holy smokes. I was full and we still had a long way to go. Guess what was for dinner tonight? Leftovers.

Then we hopped around Ybor City eating like we it was our last meals ever. Luckily I found a few secret places that had GF food that lined up with the stuff Benny and Lev were allowed to eat. For those I couldn’t find, they ate around the gluten and I ate that part. I mean fair is fair, right?

La Segunda bakery (They had a couple of gluten free options with all the other traditional choices. The biggie were these incredible meringues. Aw man were they good. The one we brought back for Rick was just getting sticky due to the humidity but he fell on it like a shark that had been forced on a vegan diet for too long.)

Stuffed potatoes for Lev and Benny. (This was easy. I had ordered ahead to get a gluten-free crust on the outside of the stuffed potato. It worked. Yay. Now that said it wasn’t cheap to find a bakery with the alternative but then again, stuffed potatoes aren’t cheap. I think I’m going to try and jury rig my own recipe and give it a try.)

Crab roll for Lev and Benny. (This was a hard one. They could only eat what amounted to a crab cake while I’d had the original version at Brocato’s.)

Cuban sandwich (they ate the filling on GF rolls that I had brought with us and I ate the Cuban bread with some of the filling from Benny’s sandwich. Boy did they go to town on that.)

Spanish pork with yellow rice and black beans that we ate at Carmine’s[2]. It’s not the oldest restaurant in the area, that distinction belongs to the Columbia, but it’s been around since 1948 so it isn’t exactly a new place either.

Spanish bean soup (no gluten because the thickener was mashed up chick peas) that we had as a first course from Carmine’s.

Plantains – both the sweet and savory kind. I grabbed a couple bags of plantain chips to add to the snack stash (one bag is already gone) since plantains are naturally gluten-free.

We moved out of Ybor and got a burrito bowl to go from the famous Taco Bus on Hillsborough Ave. but they’ve got locations in other parts of the county and are spreading from there as well. Mexican rice, black beans, protein, topped with lettuce, cheese and pico de gallo.

Other places we went was Datz on MacDill Ave for an order of their stuffed meatloaf. Mel’s Hot Dogs on Busch Blvd where we got a couple of different dogs that we sampled and took the leftovers with us. The Reuben Dog was a lot better than I expected it to be. The Three Coins Diner on Nebraska Ave has been around forever. I nearly gak’d that Lev bought three giant burger plates to go. Where on earth he puts it all I don’t know. Both of us are tall but his metabolism must be fast to go with both his hollow legs. Mr. Dunderbak’s on Bruce B. Downs Blvd. which is a German restaurant and has a little store in there as well. Took a plate of brats and hot potato salad to go. Geez, if I hadn’t been rolling by then I was afterwards.

We also went to Bo’s Ice Cream on Nebraska Ave. I mean if you are going to overdose on calories why not top it off with ice cream. Right? Wasn’t in the best part of town though you could tell the area had gone through a couple of series of gentrifications. The economy isn’t doing the area any favors and it is going downhill again according to some of the locals that were around. It is getting like that all over. If I think about it too hard it gives me the heebies because like job … I’m gonna need one in July.

Lev said the light was changing and that was film-guy speak for he was done taking pictures and we could go back to camp. Man, I have been in a calorie-coma ever since. Time to hit the hay and sleep this off.


[1] https://www.quakeroats.com/cooking-and-recipes/pot-o-gold-kiwi-oatmeal
[2] History of Carmine's | Carmines
 

sssarawolf

Has No Life - Lives on TB
Lol, I am surprised they all fit in the vehicle together and rolled out of it again. Thank you.

It's been change sheets and laundry day here etc. etc. I got 36 eggs out of the chickens yesterday and those are cleaned, oiled and so forth. Checked the currant bushes and many are ready to pick. Hubby went to the valley this morning early to pick apricots as a couple had to many to do anything with, good deal Lucille. The deer ate our 2 many years ago and we never replanted.
 

Kathy in FL

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April 24 (T) - Egmont Key State Park​


Rick showed up early this morning, and yes Ms. G was with him. Boo. Hiss. I could tell Rick was less than thrilled himself. She’d already eaten and if I am correct, she did it in such a way that it was payback for getting her wings clipped as far as using grant money. She also made a production out of bring her own lunch and dinner. Well goody for her. Ugh. I’m not normally like this but she is bringing out the worst in me.

I really didn’t feel like cooking breakfast and there was plenty of leftovers left so that’s what I dished up. Lev and Benny laughed but Rick fell on it hard. I pulled him to the side and quietly asked, “Did I cause you problems?”

He didn’t even pretend not to understand. “No. Ms. Thang over there did. Her dad is some big stink in the county. But don’t worry about it. They may have just used up a few of their favors in the process and didn’t do themselves any favors. She’s not particularly well-liked by some of the lower-level staff. Just ignore it as much as you can. Don’t let it affect the film that Lev needs to get us out of here.”

So that’s what I did and communicated that to my sidekick Little Bear. I’m not sure he completely got all of the adult issues but he understood that some people are just pains in the butt for whatever reason and you dealt with them in a way that created the least about of fuss and bother for yourself. And he also wanted to help out Rick and Lev which was probably more important to his empathetic little soul. He did say that she is an unhappy person but he doesn’t know why. I’d say he’s correct but she’s also more arrogant than she wants people to understand. She tried to get back on the school thing with Benny and I finally took her to the side and said, “While I appreciate you have an opinion with regard to my nephew, you’ve never seen his medical records, aren’t his doctor or counselor, and haven’t the qualifications you need to test him on any level now that you are no longer a licensed teacher. I’m asking you politely to stop trying whatever it is you are trying. My nephew is not a piece on a game board.”

She didn’t expect me to be so pointed about it. She backed off but I have no confidence that she might not come back around to try something new, if not with Benny then with me. I need to be prepared for it. I don’t like these games but I was trained to play them if necessary. I never cared for that part of my training, Lawrence certainly never knew about it, but I can do it. But it makes me angry that I’m being forced to just because someone has the hots to get their hands on money for their pet projects and people or that is what Rick suspects after I told him about it. I was surprised he wasn’t angry.

“Angry? Not at you. I knew something was going on in the background a few times since we’ve started but it was never as pointed as in the meetings yesterday. Those meetings were a waste of time and resources and I finally did my own calling to try and find out. My boss said to hang tough until we are out of this county. A lot of politics in play with the new city mayor and board of county commissioners being at odds. The mayor has friends in Tallahassee and has designs on a bigger career than she currently has. She’s burning a lot of bridges with people but …”

I shrugged. “It is what it is. I don’t want to get involved in that stuff. But I’m not going to let Benny get used as a pawn and I’m not going to have you … or Lev … get thrown under the bus so they can feel more important. Just give me a heads up in case. It may not seem like it, and I may not always act like it, but I am capable of calling in a few favors of my own if necessary.” That caused him to blink and then nod in agreement.

Today we were in Egmont Key State Park. My kinda place. It is located at the mouth of Tampa Bay, southwest of Fort De Soto Beach.

It is only accessible by boat and according to Ms. G who read it off some information sheets like she hadn’t know before that point either – Egmont Key has a unique natural and cultural history, including a lighthouse that has stood since 1858. During the 19th century, the island served as a camp for captured Seminoles at the end of the Third Seminole War and was later occupied by the Union Navy during the Civil War. In 1898, as the Spanish-American War threatened, Fort Dade was built on the island and remained active until 1923. I already knew those facts just from my own prior research on the itinerary. The fact that Benny spouted those facts to her … I’m not sure if she was blown away or just blanked because she didn’t know what to think. That’s the point that she did start the poking and it wasn’t long after that I warned her off. Benny and I both have our talents. Maybe we aren’t like other people sometimes but that’s not a bad thing.

In addition to touring the historic sites and trails, we swam, watched other visitors fish, kept our eyes out for wildlife, and picnicked. Ms. G didn’t like the sand that got in her expensive boxed lunch but that’s on her. Next time bring easy finger food and not stuff in Styrofoam contains that you have to figure out how to eat with a rinky-dink, flimsy spork.

Due to the remote nature of the island, there was no drinking water on the island and there are no stores. I made sure we had plenty of water, plus our boat guide also had a case on board so that wasn’t the problem. My people are hardheaded is the problem. How many times do I have to reinforce how important sunscreen is? Well I kept them covered today and even reminded Ms. G to put it on regularly. Bug spray also came in handy.

Egmont Key was named in honor of John Perceval, the second Earl of Egmont and member of the Irish House of Commons in 1763. Everything from Spanish conquistadors to nuclear submarines has passed its shores as they entered Tampa Bay. In the 1830s, as shipping increased, so did the number of ships that were grounded on the numerous sandbars around Egmont Key. Congress authorized funds to construct a lighthouse on the island. When completed in 1848, it was the only lighthouse between St. Marks and Key West.

When the Great Hurricane of 1848 struck in September, tides 15 feet above normal washed over the island and damaged the lighthouse. Another storm did additional damage, prompting Congress to appropriate funds to rebuild the lightkeeper’s residence and the lighthouse. In 1858, the lighthouse was reconstructed to "withstand any storm." Yeah, right.

During the late 1850s, at the end of the Third Seminole War, the island served as a camp for captured Seminoles and was later occupied by the Union Navy during the Civil War. In 1898, as the Spanish-American War threatened, Fort Dade was built on the island and remained active until 1923. The Tampa Bay Pilots Association set up operations on the island in 1926. Not the kind that flies, the kind that guides. A pilot’s skill and knowledge is needed to guide ships safely in and out of the harbor. When ships approach Tampa Bay, a pilot boards that vessel and takes it to the docks. As the vessel leaves the dock, a pilot guides it out again. The pilots’ skill and knowledge helps guide the ships safely in and out of the harbor. This in turn protects the bay from environmental damage that could result from groundings and/or collisions.

The Coast Guard took over operations of the lighthouse in 1939, leaving the keeper's residence vacant. The decision was made to demolish the two-story home and replace it with a one-story barracks building. Today, the island is once again inhabited only by its caretakers. Nonetheless, its beaches, lighthouse and the ruins of long gone Fort Dade welcome visitors to walk the grounds and discover the past.

We took our boat ride back to the mainland and are staying overnight in what is a sorta kinda boondock at Camper’s World right down the road from where we are supposed to be tomorrow. I guess Camper’s World wanted to be on the vendor list and have to admit the people were nice and they let me do some over due maintenance on the van right in their shop. The mechanic on duty got a kick out of a female doing it but said his wife was pretty handy as well.

Now it is time to rest up. Benny and I are here and the guys and Ms. G took off to a motel for the evening. Rick and Lev weren’t too happy about the separation but I told them I’d been doing things on my own a long time before I met them, including all across the country. Rick might have said more if Ms. G hadn’t started getting a little too interested in his reaction. That kind of trouble we don’t need.
 
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April 25 (W) – Dinosaur World and Airstream Ranch​


Breakfast was Strawberry Oatmeal. Rick and Lev came here and I did a little more mechanical upkeep of the van while Ms. G floundered around eating at McD’s next door. Apparently not up to her standards but she’s the one that made the stink about being allergic to strawberries. How the heck was I supposed to know if she didn’t let me know ahead of time?

Afterwards we headed to a location that thrilled Benny but Ms. G was a little surprised (no, a lot) that we’d visited the one in Kentucky during our travels. Kinda took the wind out of her sails and she stayed in the background while someone from Dinosaur World gave us the grand tour.

“It’s the same but it isn’t Aunt Gus. This place feels more like dinosaurs.”

I chuckled and then explained to our guide that we’d been to the one in Kentucky during the cooler months.

“Oh!” she said brightly. “I get it. This is more jungle-y.”

“Yeah!” Benny said, happy to find another adult that spoke Little Bear.

I was grateful that coolers were allowed because it really was a hot and humid day that spoke of hotter and even more humid weeks ahead. I kept making sure that everyone was drinking water … except for Ms. G who was drinking Diet Dr. Pepper. Bleck.

We wandered amount hundreds of life-sized dinosaurs in a “jungle-y” setting, crisscrossing the location on boardwalks that ran under centuries old live oak trees. Benny took part in the interactive exhibits. He was more interested in the exhibits than the dino-themed playground but that might have been because there was a school group there and some of the kids were way on the other side of rambunctious.

I will say one thing for Benny when we ran into a small school group. Dinosaur World at this location makes a big deal out of it being “autism friendly.” The Center for Autism and Related Disabilities (CARD) partners with the University of South Florida to provide a safe environment for all levels of kids and adults to experience the dinosaurs in. Benny and I both felt the pull of some of the learning stations. I don’t know if there is a single diagnosis for what runs in the Barrymore family but I know for a fact that “high-functioning” was used a lot for me when I was Benny’s age. It was a group of low-functioning teens that were there and Benny had as much fun helping them get through a play area as he did just about anything else. It is like he got them in a way maybe some people don’t or can’t. I think their buddies that were there got Benny as well. I was satisfied to stand back and let Benny be Benny and play safety bumper for a couple of the kids who seemed to want to wander away to a corner.

When it was time for the kids to go, it made for a good time for us to do so as well. Benny seemed so … content and at peace. Then he said something I think that I’m going to write down in case it comes true some day. “When I grow up I want to do that in a park someplace. I wanna help.”

It makes me think. Maybe I am the kind of Barrymore that I am, that has gone through the things in life that I have, so that Benny can be something most Barrymores don’t turn out to be. I just need to help him to learn to use his empathy rather than letting his empathy use him.

What was scheduled for lunch did not make Ms. G very happy and honestly I can understand why. Someone wasn’t thinking. Or maybe someone was and it was payback. We headed to Parksdale Farm Market for their famous strawberry milkshakes to go with the gluten-free wraps that I’d made for everyone’s lunch … including Ms. G … who turned her nose up saying that she had to skip because she was forced to eat McD’s for breakfast. If she expected me to be sympathetic or react to her in any way, she got a surprise. I just split her wrap between Rick and Lev and didn’t make a fuss about it. Rick gave me a small nod of approval when Ms. G’s back was turned but Lev, the stinker, said, “Mmmm, thanks!” while trying not to choke on the laugh he was trying to hold in. I’m thinking we will all be happy to leave Ms. G behind.

We did make one more stop before heading to Lazy Day’s RV Store which wanted their name in the credits as much as Camper’s World had. We would be boondocking there for the night … again in separate accommodations but Benny and I weren’t complaining … and I got to play with some potential new toys for the van.

Potential, yeah right. I wound up spending a little money that in hindsight … well it isn’t money wasted but it isn’t money I needed to spend either. Glad no one from the team was around to see me or my Scrooge McDuck reputation would have been trashed. I bought a solar fan/light combo … two of them. And yes, mostly it was for just in case the guys get in trouble but enough of that. Benny and I will put them to use at some point as well. Next came a surprisingly inexpensive solar lantern/but zapper thing that I watched actually work. Now that will come in handy. They had a couple of sets of mini solar colored lights that reminded me of the string that Lev had purchased for Benny at Christmas. Hello, clearance. I said I’m going to try to do better and those two strings are a few steps in that direction. They even blink. The only thing that I considered a “necessity” was a back of solar panel mounting brackets. I’d noticed that a couple of the brackets were starting to rust and I wanted to have backups just in case I needed to replace them. There were several other things that tempted me … including some ridiculous flowers that lit up from solar power … but space limits, the budget, and some commonsense kept me from overspending even though everything that I did get was on sale.

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I meant to include one last thing that we did today. We stopped at the Airstream Ranch. You have to see them to believe them. Someone actually planted airstream trailers in the ground. Rick and Ms. G just looked at them, not sure what to make of them. Lev thought they were a hoot. I think Benny and I were on the same page because after looking at them and turning his head this way and that he asked, “Aunt Gus? Did someone’s cheese slip off their cracker?”

Yep. Rick joined Lev and I laughing. Ms. G then had a look on her face as if she wasn’t too sure that we weren’t the ones that were a little “off”.
 

Kathy in FL

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April 26 (R) - Ybor City Museum State Park and the City of Tampa​


Back to Ybor City today. Rick was with us but apparently Ms. G has been reassigned after complaining that we were “excluding her” and not taking any of her suggestions seriously and she wasn’t being given enough consideration for her special diet and I don’t know what all. I got in on that conversation and said that one, I hadn’t received any info before that morning that she had allergies to strawberries or any other kind of special diet. And if it was a health risk, since I was point person for food and medical and that she was an adult I would have thought she would have relayed that info herself. And two, she hadn’t been making suggestions, she’d been criticizing and making it difficult for Benny and I to give the State and grant people what they were paying for. She was heavy-handed and no longer had the credentials to determine what she seemed to be trying to go for. Anything else was out of my line of sight but I would appreciate it if the State felt they needed to test Benny on everything that they would do it in a less grating fashion by someone that was actually licensed and had seen his medical records, etc. Whoever was on the other end of the call understood where I was coming from … and had a wife that was a state licensed teacher on top of it. Apparently, and we were to keep this to ourselves, there is a reason why Ms. G is no longer a teacher. Story is she kept breaking the social media rules her school required. She was given a choice and she chose to change careers rather than comply.

I didn’t make a stink. I didn’t throw anything resembling a fit. I wasn’t rude and didn’t make any threats. I kept in mind these people were Rick’s bosses. And I also said I appreciated it was putting them in an awkward position but that it was my responsibility to protect my nephew. Message heard and I was grateful it also seemed to be understood. Now I just hope that there are no repercussions that Rick … or any of us … have to deal with.

Rick didn’t seem to have a problem with the way I handled it. Lev didn’t either. It’s not that I didn’t care, because I did, but at the same time friends are nice to have but Benny is my first and highest priority. Today did run smoother than things had been running which helped me to put aside my own upset and worry.

Ybor City is a National Historic Landmark District that features a diverse population of immigrants. In the early 20th century, Ybor City was the “Cigar Capital of the World,” producing half a billion cigars each year – that’s a “B” as in a bunch. With so many immigrants, Ybor City was a thriving community that offered affordable housing to immigrants, a strong Cuban community, and a thriving cigar industry. The area’s growth and development made it a melting pot of different ethnicities. Cubans, Italians, Puerto Ricans, northerners, southerners, Europeans, and many, many others.

Today Ybor stands out as an artist enclave where artists paint outside of public galleries and have their own clubs. Since the 1970s, artists have been climbing to the second floor of the Cuban Club, a historic building built in 1917, where the art colony has a unique atmosphere with the sounds of the 7th Avenue outside the window.

Ybor is also home to one of Tampa’s most notorious mobs as well as other mafia gangs[1]. The Italian Mafia had a foothold in Ybor City during the early twentieth century. During this time, a game known as Bolita was played in the area, where players placed bets on the numbers drawn by the person who held the bag. Dominoes was another popular gambling game played by the locals both at clubs and in the parks that surrounded the area.

One of the things we did today was take a walking tour of the area. This is how our guide put things:

Ybor City has been many things over its 130 years. A world-renowned center for handmade cigars. A Deep South immigrant melting pot. A bubbling cauldron of radicals, union activists, gangsters and revolutionaries. An artist’s enclave, entertainment district and magnet for entrepreneurs and creatives.

The guide told area stories through the lens of Jose Marti, the hero-poet-apostle of Cuban independence, whose life is intertwined with Vicente Martinez Ybor, who founded Ybor City in 1885 and created an industry that earned Tampa the nickname Cigar City. Despite the threat of “urban renewal” and gentrification, Ybor City has an atmosphere that continues to thrive. Many of its original structures still stand, while newer residences are required to be designed to fit seamlessly with the urban landscape and have brought new life to the old neighborhood.

Another interesting bits of trivia we learned:
  • Jose Marti Park is the only plot of land in the United States owned by Cuba, and is the site of a former boarding house where Marti recovered from an assassination attempt by Cuban agents.
  • V.M. Ybor Cigar Factory, one of Tampa’s most significant structures, is where in 1893 Marti gave a speech to cigar workers while standing on cast-iron steps that are still here.
  • The ornate El Circulo Cubano Tampa, built in 1917 for the Cubans who comprised half of Ybor City’s population, was one of five mutual aid societies in the immigrant community, precursors of today’s HMO’s.
  • La Union Marti-Maceo is still home to a club for Afro-Cubans whose members hosted Fidel Castro in 1955, four years before he took power in Cuba.
  • El Liceo Cubano is where in 1891 Marti gave his first speech in Ybor City, calling on the crowd to liberate Cuba.
  • Jose Marti and other Cuban revolutionaries plotted independence while dining at El Chino Pajarito, a Chinese restaurant that also supplied food, machetes and knives for the revolution.
One of the places we visited while on our tour was the Ybor City State Museum across the street from Centennial Park, housed in a former Cuban bakery. We also strolled along 7th Avenue and stopped at King Corona for some in the group (we were in a mixed, public tour) to enjoy a hand-rolled cigar and a cafe con leche at a sidewalk table, or watch cigars made by hand at Tabanero Cigars. We were offered empanadas at Columbia, Florida’s oldest restaurant and the oldest Spanish restaurant in the United States, but when they found out we couldn’t eat gluten they provided a cup of black bean soup. Oh my gosh it was so good. We also got to see a flamenco show while we were there.

“Aunt Gus, one of the dancers sorta looks like you.”

I chuckled and then told him, “Your grandmother knew how to flamenco.”

“Grandma Barry?!”

“No, my mother, your dad’s mother. I never saw her but there are some pictures someplace that …” I shrugged. “I forgot all about them until just now. There’s a mantilla and comb someplace too.”

“What’s a man … man …”

“Mantilla. It’s a fancy lace scarf like that lady is wearing. And the big comb that helps to hold it on.”

“You could do that.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe one day I’ll give it a try.”

And maybe I will. I’ve used my Spanish more in the last few days than I have in a while.

After the show was over, we took time to look at all the old tiles on the outside of the building before heading on. We’d already been to La Segunda Central Bakery, in business for more than a century and a place that sets the gold standard for Cuban bread. Some of our group had guava pastries but I paid a bit more and got another round of meringues[2]. Just as good this time as they were last.

From there we hopped on the streetcar to Channelside, downtown Tampa and back and the tour was over. We left and picked up some food from a place we hadn’t had a chance to stop on Monday, Alessi’s. My caballeros couldn’t have most of the stuff there but I did manage to find them something they could eat and even Rick’s eyes got huge. Mousse. And flan. I had to get extra as all three looked positively heart broken after getting to the bottom of their cups.

Rick kept shaking his head. “Why didn’t I know flan is gluten free? Rosa should have known I could have it.”

I said nothing. I didn’t know whether to be irritated that he’d brought her up like that or happy that I scored one over her. Neither feeling made me feel particularly charitable with the hamster so I shut it down as soon as I could.

Traffic was obnoxious as we made our way to Hawaiian RV Resort which isn’t far from where we are supposed to start our day tomorrow. Rick and Lev are sleeping in the clubhouse at the invitation of the manager because it decided to storm right after the storm went down. Luckily they hadn’t set their gear in the tents yet. There will be some clean up in the morning but not unreasonable. We’ve been pretty doggone lucky for the most part as far as weather.

I’m going to set out breakfast ingredients then hit the hay. I sent out a few job enquiries. I can’t keep ignoring the inevitable. Hopefully I’ll have better luck than last time I went through this process.


[1] Tampa Mafia Tour - Tampa Mafia
[2] Dessert: Cuban Meringues Paired with Vintner’s Reserve Riesling
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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April 27 (F) - Skyway Fishing Pier State Park & Cockroach Bay Preserve State Park​


This morning I tried something different. A Raw Cacoa Smoothie[1]. I used to get them in Key West on occasion when I would get a generous tip from any grunge work that I did. It was gluten-free so Benny could have some as well. Biggest benefit is that one of the health benefits is that it is a natural remedy for anxiety[2]. I can feel the same kind of emotions that I was feeling before Rick dropped this job practically in my lap. I can’t imagine there will be another solution like that one so I need to stop running from things and start dealing with them … in a healthy and constructive way. I’m probably going to be drinking a lot of these smoothies for the foreseeable future. Ugh. I mean yum, but ugh at the same time. I’ll probably get zits.

This morning was at least somewhat relaxing though the story behind it was anything but.

The original Sunshine Skyway Bridge opened to the public in 1954. In 1969, a similar structure was built parallel to it to make it a four-lane bridge. From 1954 to 1980, thousands of large ships and boats passed underneath the bridge without incident. Then, during a violent thunderstorm on May 9, 1980, a tragedy occurred. The freighter Summit Venture collided with one of the bridge's western columns, causing 1,200 feet of bridge to collapse and killing 35 people. In 1987, a new Sunshine Skyway Bridge was constructed. Rather than removing all of the bridge, the remaining structures were renovated and in 1994 they became Skyway Fishing Pier State Park. We were fishing off that pier for the first half of our day.

In the park there were sign-thingies that got even more in-depth to the story. During the collision six vehicles and a Greyhound bus on the bridge above plummeted 150 feet into the sea and a total of 35 lives were lost. When the bus was eventually raised from the water, it had completely pancaked. I don’t know whether to say those people were lucky or not, but their deaths had been instantaneous.

Another story goes something like this: Richard Hornbuckle and three of his friends were heading south over the Skyway Bridge that morning when Richard noticed that the bridge had disappeared in front of him. He stepped on his brakes and his Buick stopped just 14 inches from the severed edge of the bridge. One of the gentlemen in the car gripped the grate of the bridge to crawl back to a safer location when he noticed Richard Hornbuckle returning to the car - he had to retrieve his golf clubs from the trunk.

During the reclamation work, all of the victims and vehicles were recovered, then crews came in and began removing the steel beams and pieces of the concrete column that lay in the water. In 1992, the center spans of the old Sunshine Skyway Bridge were finally demolished with well-planned removal of the steel and detonations of the concrete columns. The remaining sections of bridge were converted into fishing piers. As a dedicated memorial, debris that was salvaged from the wreckage was used as artificial reefs that are in place today beneath the waters alongside the piers.

The fish weren’t biting so we left and headed to our next activity. And who do we run into? Mrs. G. But she wasn’t in charge and it sure did look like she’d been put in her place. Benny said she was really unhappy. I told him, “Sometimes people do stuff to make themselves unhappy. Hopefully she’ll find her sea legs and find something she can take pride in without being over prideful.”

After a moment he nodded but he still avoided the woman. To be honest, so did I. The activity was a science field trip to Cockroach Bay.

Cockroach Bay Preserve State Park is a series of islands in the southeastern region of Tampa Bay. The islands are located in the mouth of the Little Manatee River and extend southward. The islands are only accessible by using private watercraft. There are also two canoe/kayak paddling trails that meander through the aquatic preserve that surround the islands. The islands' total acreage is 617, of that, about 500 acres are mangrove swamp. It is a fisherman or bird watcher’s paradise. We weren’t going to the islands themselves but the lands that surround the bay where school groups often take fieldtrips.

One of the things we learned while there is that Horseshoe crabs were once so abundant along the shores of Florida’s west coast that early Spanish explorers called them cockroaches, believing them to be seagoing cousins of the insects. Many people think that is how Cockroach Bay received its unlikely name.

We only spent a couple of hours there and it wasn’t a hardship to leave because the weather looked like it wanted to turn rancid. Benny was just relaxed and going with the flow but eventually wondered where we were driving. Lev and Rick were both in on the surprise and were kinda playing. When we turned into the Florida Aquarium, I thought Benny’s head was going to pop off his swivel.

“Really? Really?!” he asked.

“Yes. Really. Assuming you can remember what an indoor voice is.”

The camp turned out to be a really fun one for Scouts[3][4] called “In Fish-stication”. Pretty funny. Benny split his time between playing Mascot with some of the older Scouts and helping some special needs Cubbie-aged not too much older than him. It was a sleepover camp and Benny nearly panicked but then a couple of the special needs cubbies made such a big deal about getting “Little Bear” to put his sleeping bag down and stay with them that he calmed down. One of the older Scouts – physically challenged rather than anything else – said he’d keep an eye on him, that his little brother was one of those cubbies.

In all honesty Aunt Gus nearly panicked and I’m still sitting up because I’m trying to work through my own separation anxiety. I can see him and he is already asleep and I need to put this log down and do the same. I just hope I can.


[1] Raw Cacao Smoothie Recipe - Helen Tzouganatos - Gluten Free Recipes
[2] 7 Major Benefits From Eating Raw Cacao Powder
[3] https://www.flaquarium.org/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/CS_DescriptionRequirements_2020-2021.pdf
[4] https://www.flaquarium.org/wp-conte...scriptionRequirements-In-Person_2020-2021.pdf
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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April 28 (Sa) – Busch Gardens (a surprise for Benny)​


Rick was once again called away to take care of some personal family stuff. The only part that bothers me is that he’s gotten some walls on the subject again, after I thought he’d started to open up. Not that I want to get into his business. He is trying almost too hard to keep his this and his that separate. I don’t have a problem with him talking about his uncle. I don’t even have a problem with him talking to and about Rosa and her son. Mostly not anyway. It’s just he always seems stressed when he comes back and standoffish right before he leaves. This time the timing caught him off guard. Does he imagine I’m going to interfere in some way? Clueless is what I am. I should just ask but don’t know if we’ve gotten that far yet. There’s things I wouldn’t want him asking about and I’m glad he never does.

Anyway, he had to cut out last night and took the jeep and I was just too wound up to make note of it in the log. It isn’t really an inconvenience this time since parking the Van where we are going is just fine.

Benny didn’t know how to react to the surprise I had for him this morning for our last day in Hillsborough county. I didn’t tell him last night when I got the call because I knew he’d never sleep, not with all of the stimulation he was getting at the Aquarium and all of the other kids around.

“We’re going where?” he asked once we were all buckled in and I casually mentioned it.

“I said Mr. Rick had to go take care of some family business and we are going to Busch Gardens.”

“That’s … that’s where the gorillas live and all of the other African animals.”

“Yep, so I hear. So, what do you think? Is it a problem?”

“No!!!”

“Ouch …”

“Oh. Sorry. Indoor voice.”

“Yeah. Please. I like my eardrums in the shape they started out when I woke up.”

He laughed as we drank our breakfast in smoothie form since the tickets that we were told we’d pick up at the gate including an All-Day-Dining-Pass. What that meant was that we each would get one entrée platter, side or dessert and one fountain soft drink once every 90 minutes at any of the following locations: Zagora Café, Oasis Pizza at Serengeti Overlook, Dragon Fire Grill, Zambia Smokehouse and Chick-fil-A. And yeah, we did. Gluten-free options were pretty easy to find which made Gus a happy camper despite the crowds. And we definitely did some eating. The only place we didn’t get food from was the pizza parlor. It’s not like we were hard up for calories.

It is Saturday so you can imagine how busy the park was. At the same time due to the fact with had a guide and a “press pass” we were fast tracked through everything. After the first couple of roller coasters Lev was looking a little pale and said he’d take film from the ground if that was okay. I took Benny on all the ones he was tall enough for and then I went on the ones that he couldn’t. All so that Lev could get film of course. We all rode on the Ubanga-banga cars as well as the Serengeti train ride. Stanley Falls and Congo River Rapids were two more popular rides in the heat.

Between the rides we would switch it up eating (that’s about the time that Lev volunteered to stay on the ground with our gear), seeing the animals, and watching a couple of shows. Because they set us up on an elite tour, we also got a few perks. We had several animal encounters and even got our pictures taken with the giant Aldabra tortoises. Those things were huge, like boulders with short legs. Benny got to feed kangaroos and lorikeets. The lorikeets thought my hair was new nesting materials. Guess it is the curls that I’m developing … or maybe the coconut oil I sometimes put in it to keep the frizz under control. We saw rhinos, giraffes, elephants, and … penguins. That last was a little weird but also cool. No pun or joke intended.

We next joined a small group for a three-hour photo scavenger hunt. The point is for teams to compete to see who can capture the most compelling, outrageous (but safe), and high-point-value photos. Lev couldn’t compete but Benny and I took our turn. It was fun and Lev did give enough suggestions that everyone on our team had at least one cool photo to contribute.

From there we hooked up with an educational camp where kids from grades three through eight participated in age-appropriate activities. First came Biodiversity Bonanza where the kids observed the night time activities of the animals in the Edge of Africa area of the park, there were animal encounters, and some fun games. Because most of these kids were either homeschooled or in advanced placement programs they also got to participate in theoretically more advanced activities. They went on “quests” to test their combined wildlife knowledge and puzzle-solving ability. This included scavenger hunts and relay races. Most of the kids were part of the group that camped out at Mzinga Lodge after a special treat of viewing the tigers on the prowl … from a safe distance of course.

Groups “camped” by age, gender, and the group they came with. That meant that Benny camped with Lev and I. No need to worry about anxiety … mine, not his, since he didn’t seem to be having any. I think all of us people that are nominally adults however are ready to hit the hay. I’m hoping the rest of the kids can ease up on the volume level. We have a long day tomorrow.
 

Kathy in FL

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Apr 29-30: Pinellas County​


April 29 (Su) - Caladesi Island State Park and Honeymoon Island State Park

Sorry but I just don’t understand why they would give us eleven days in Hillsborough County and only two days in Pinellas County. But, you get what you get and don’t throw a fit. It was an early wake up from Busch Gardens anyway to feed the giraffes before the park opened to visitors. Breakfast at BG wasn’t anything that Benny and Lev could eat so I made a command decision and stopped at Mickey D’s for smoothies and an extra large coffee for Lev. You would have thought that I’d done something heroic. I nearly snorted mango smoothie Lev was so silly about it.

After the pit stop it took less than 45 minutes to reach Honeymoon Island State Park. We picked up Benny’s Junior Ranger program packet at the entrance gate (they were expecting us) then started our day by taking the Caladesi Connection ferry to get to Caladesi Island before things got too busy. We reserved our tickets online so we were able to take the first ferry of the day which was promptly at 10 am.

The ferry was a relaxing fifteen-minute ride over the calm waters of St. Joseph Sound to Caladesi Island where we disembarked at the docks next to the concession on the bay side of the island. From there is was a five minute walk across the island to the beach over paved sidewalks and a wooden dune walkover (boardwalk). We made another pit stop at the restrooms at the halfway point. Our 10 am ticket meant we needed to return no later than the 2 pm ferry because there is a four-hour time limit. That’s how they spread people out during the day and make sure not everyone is leaving on the last ferry out. I’m not sure how they used to enforce it, but these days there is a pretty hefty fine per person if you intentionally or unintentionally extend your stay passed four hours.

I had considered renting a kayak but the boat traffic was so heavy that I didn’t think it was safe.

Our lunch was really cold watermelon smoothies. Despite starting out frozen and being kept in a cooler, they were still almost completely melted by the time we slurped the last bit up. I could have stayed longer but we were committed to some la-tee-da function that required getting cleaned up first.

We are staying overnight at the Don Cesar due to some kind of function that Benny and I were expected to attend for some weird reason. Had to have “nice” clothes, but luckily in Florida there is a wide range of “nice” and I could get away with a sun dress (which was good due to my almost-sunburn) and Benny could wear a pair of decent cargo shorts and an inexpensive button down kid-type Hawaiian shirt that was out of Rayon and so soft he is threatening to make it his favorite. I managed to find all three pieces at a thrift store and the hotel had an iron and ironing board in the room.

“You’re hired,” I said to cover my surprise when I came out of the room to find that Lev had ironed Benny’s clothes for me.

“Ha! One of my few talents.”

“Says the man who is a world-famous photographer.”

He rolled his eyes. “Had to iron my school uniforms,” he muttered. “And … er … gotta thing for collars and tags that won’t lay down.”

“Join the club. Take the shower and I’ll do your stuff.”

“Already done but I’ll take the shower. Thanks. Rick is getting nervous.”

“Nervous? How do you know? Is something worse wrong with his uncle?”

“I think he’s nervous about us having to handle this thing without him. He zoom’d me and his ‘stache was moving out of time with his words. Was like watching an old Japanese movie.” He mimicked what he meant and I gotta admit, I could see it happening just like he described. I know I like Rick but something we will have to work out is he can be uptight on occasion, and it is beyond the normal rules and regs that Benny and I have to have to stay sane.

“Lev …”

He just grinned. I swear it is like being a Den Mother on some days.
 

Kathy in FL

Administrator
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April 30 (M) – St. Petersburg & Tarpon Springs​


Another day without Rick. He sounds frustrated. How do I know? He actually called me directly. Not a text, a call. He needed to talk with someone that wouldn’t judge or bite his head off I’m assuming. He’s trying to arrange for housing for his uncle but he’s having a hard time getting clearance to allow his uncle to fly. While his uncle tells him one thing, the doctors are telling Rick something different. So while I did a little bit of clean up so we could get out of the Don, I listened to Rick until he said, “They’re calling my name. Gus?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Not a problem.”

And it isn’t but, I don’t know. I’m starting to have thoughts like … like I don’t know. Not the time for it right now but at some point I am going to have to decide what I want so I can make sure the other person can get what they want too.

The room came with breakfast vouchers, but we needed to hit the road earlier than the full dining room opened. They told me we could use the vouchers at the little to-go café that catered to people that checked out early or the business travelers that needed to get to the airport. Bagels and breakfast sandwiches almost made me turn away until the girl behind the counter offered to make us Banana Salted Caramel Smoothies[1]. Her brother is GF-sensitive and can drink the ones that she fixes for him. Those things were flippin’ fantastic and I took the time tonight to write an email to Food Service Manager to give her an exceptional review.

Today we started the day early in Tarpon Springs so we could walk around without the crowds. We did the Spongeorama, the Hempcrete House, I must have bought a ridiculous amount of soap made from goats milk or olive oil, and got a tub of unscented shea butter because my heels are starting to dry out and crack which is one of the more painful things when you hit some salt water.

Then we got to do what satisfy my hollow caballeros. We ate.

We were seated and eating when Lev made a strange face and then said, “Can I ask you something?”

I shrugged as I had a mouth full of Spanakorizo[2].

“This isn’t your home turf yet … you seem to have gone a lot of the places we’ve been. How’s that?”

I swallowed and explained. “Grandma Barry and her next-door best friend lady that I grew up calling Meemo – the lady you didn’t meet at Christmas – used to have a couple of girls-only weeks every year. Most of the time they brought me along, even when I was real little.”

“Er …”

“You ever been tagged teamed by a couple of elder ladies? They had iron wills, and they could bookend me like defensive linemen. Besides, I always had fun. And they said I kept them out of trouble which their husbands approved of heartily.”

“Out of trouble?” he asked like he was trying to put two and two together.

“Yeah, no casinos, party boats, and stuff like that if you are hauling a kid around. They always tried to plan one day full of strange.” At the look on his face I had to cover my mouth with my napkin when I bleated a laugh. “Not that kind of strange you ‘tard. Geez. Not that they couldn’t have pulled that off too if they were so inclined. Grandma Barry was a looker up until the day Grandfather passed and I assume Meemo still is. They always looked younger than they were. Everyone always thought one of them was my mother. But they also were in love with and respected their hubs so … had someone tried to lead them off the straight and narrow they would have failed even before starting.” I was still having to control the laughter, especially imagining the look on their faces had they heard the comment. “No, it was they just had fun going to strange places like there’s a bowling ball house in Safety Harbor, and there’s a church that kinda looks like a chicken on Madeira Beach. You know, they’d just find local eccentricities and most of the time it was fun and funny and we’d eat weird that day too.”

“Sounds …”

“Crazy?”

“No … fun,” he said wistfully. “The day I got my high school diploma I got in my truck and hauled my butt out of where I grew up and never moved back.”

“I never asked but did you go to college?”

“Online and just enough to know that I got more of an education on the road working than I would have stuck in a classroom … which I always hated. I have a piece of paper that says I have a degree in photojournalism but the few times I had to be in a classroom for the semester it was like being suffocated. When I was a kid I tried to talk my mother, then my grandfather, into home schooling a few times. It was a hard nope whenever the subject came up. I’ll be honest, most of my family has no concept of what is out in the world as very few of them get more than a hundred miles from the county line. And going to Panama City to take a fishing charter is considered a dream vacation.”

“Your mother never …?”

“Hell no.” He stops, looks over at Benny and says, “I just did a rude thing. Please don’t repeat it.”

Benny looked at him with eyes that said, “Do I look stupid?”

Back to me Lev said, “My mom … she and I didn’t … er … look, I’m not saying she wasn’t an okay person because that would be a lie, she and I just didn’t have what they would call a healthy relationship. I reminded her of my dad, to my dad I reminded him of her, to the rest of my family I was just the odd kid that no one was sure they should claim since my parents finalized their divorce a month before I was born. Mom said she took vacays to get away from me, or would dump me off on my father then grandfather for the same reason. Going on vacations with her just was never even a thing.”

The more I learn about Lev’s background the more I understand him. Kinda strange to be honest. He and I have a lot in common, yet we don’t. He has his damage, I have mine. Rick has his but, I don’t know. Makes for strange thoughts.

After our lunch at the sponge docks we headed to the Florida Botanical Garden. It was forty-five minutes away and I was wondering if we’d really have time for what was planned for the remainder of the day.

Last night was the Don Caesar and tonight was a different kind of evening function. Business casual and they togged us out in things with the state of Florida’s state park logo on them. Luckily “business casual” means drip/dry cargo pants and a button down Columbia style shirt so that I didn’t get eaten alive by mosquitos as some of them women there in “nice” clothes are complaining of. The perfume of the evening was insect repellent.

The Florida Botanical Gardens is a 100-acre park owned and operated by Pinellas County but day-to-day management and operations fall to the Pinellas County Parks and Conservation Resources department. Dinner was cheese and fruit and some other kind of appetizer and canape things. There was also a spread from Mazzaro’s Italian Market[3]. Lev is really good at this media stuff. Me? Meh. When I could hide out with Benny behind some big plant or display I was more than grateful to be able to do so. It’s not that I can’t do it, I just didn’t feel comfortable in the company. You know how you can sense when people are wealthy? Yeah. Those were people who endow universities and leave their family names on buildings and stuff like that.

I suppose we did well enough as pet monkeys to bring out and show off but I was glad when it was over, and not just because of the mosquitoes.

While we were at the ta-doo Lev and I were informed that we were going to stay overnight Sunken Gardens which was almost forty minutes from the party. Thankfully that gave us an excuse to cut out before everyone else. .

St. Pete’s oldest living museum is a botanical paradise in the middle of a bustling city. I didn’t know what to expect until we got through the gate. The 100-year-old Sunken Gardens is home to some of the oldest tropical plants in the region. We were on our own a bit as the kids were a bit rambunctious. They’d been cordoned off in an area and Lev and I, after making sure it was okay, decided to walk around with Benny on our own. The meandering paths took us through a living collection of more than 50,000 tropical plants and flowers with lush demonstration gardens, cascading waterfalls, and a flock of flamboyant flamingos.

The history of the Gardens is interesting. In 1911 a plumber named George Turner, Sr. purchased the 4.1 acres that would later become the world-famous botanical attraction. Using an elaborate maze of clay tiles, he drained what was known as Curlew Pond, leaving a rich muck soil that was ideal for his favorite hobby – gardening. Neighbors so enjoyed strolling through Mr. Turner's garden, that by the early 1930's he was charging fifteen cents for tours. George's wife, Mrs. Eula Turner shared her husbands' love of plants and played a large role in establishing the gardens as a landmark. Their children and grandchildren continued the family vision and created this unique tropical garden with its flowing ponds. The City of St. Petersburg purchased Sunken Gardens in 1999 with funds from a voter-approved tax. With the original vision in mind, the City works to preserve this historic botanical garden and use it to provide cultural and educational opportunities to the community.

The digs aren’t nearly as comfortable as the other recent overnight kids activities have been, or maybe I’m just missing sleeping in the van. We are going to get up and out of hear, hopefully before the student groups. Mazarro’s is just down the road from what the GPS tells me. I hope to pick up a few items from the Italian grocery store part of the business.

Resources:
The Gardens - Florida Botanical Gardens Foundation, Inc
St. Petersburg
Historical Markers and War Memorials in Pinellas County, Florida



[1] Vegan Banana Salted Caramel Smoothie - Helen Tzouganatos - Gluten Free Recipes
[2] Spanakorizo (spinach and rice) is such a simple dish, but yet delicious. It also has great nutritional value. Spinach full of antioxidants and fibre, the lemon helps with some absorption of the iron in the spinach and the rice is a source of carbohydrates to provide sustenance.
[3] Mazzaro's Italian Market | St. Petersburg Italian Market
 

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May 2 (W) - Gamble Plantation Historic State Park​


Rick was better after a good night’s sleep and I even got a laugh out of him for fixing Peanut Butter and Jelly Oatmeal[1].

We left the van at Lake Manatee and took the jeep and headed first to the Gamble Plantation. Turned out to be more interesting than expected.

Judah P. Benjamin Confederate Memorial at Gamble Plantation Historic State Park is an antebellum mansion. It was the home of Major Robert Gamble and headquarters of a large sugar plantation. It is the only surviving plantation house in South Florida. Legend had it that Confederate Secretary of State Judah P. Benjamin took refuge here after the fall of the Confederacy until his safe passage to England could be secured. Several times the name of the state park has come up for changing but the history of the location is what it is so the name change was always over ruled.

In 1925, the house and 16 acres were saved by the United Daughters of the Confederacy and donated to the state. Today, the mansion is furnished in the style of a successful mid-19th century plantation. Guided tours of the house are given several times a day and we got the first one. There’s also a visitor center on site with some exhibits.

In the visitor center we learned that in 1843, Major Robert Gamble Jr. established a sugar plantation along the Manatee River, what at the time was a very remote area. His mansion took six years to build. Gamble accumulated almost 3,500 acres, but natural disasters and a fickle sugar market drove him into debt by 1856 and he sold out by 1859.

While the plantation was interesting, it barely took a couple of hours to tour. Spent the remainder of the day shopping. Not my fav activity but we’d been given some vouchers from local businesses that wanted to be listed in the “supported by” part of the grant. Lucky the Ellenton Mall … mostly still an outlet mall location … was the place to go. Rick and Lev were in desperate need for a few clothing items. I’ve seen what they were hanging on the line and … nope, don’t need to know that much about them.

After everyone was finished up lollygagging, we headed back to Lake Manatee for the night. It was warm out so a large salad with cocktail shrimp tossed in suited everyone. Lev had been working away and though I tried to get Rick to talk, he was clammed up. I’m not going to force him to talk but I hope he doesn’t blow up at some point for stress. He seems pretty depressed.


[1] Peanut Butter & Jelly Overnight Oats Recipe
 
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