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Saint Augustine, Florida
We try to take short trips for our birthdays and Kenn chose Saint Augustine as the location for his birthday trip this year; specifically, Anastasia State Park. I can’t regale you with all of the fabulous things we did because there weren’t any, LOL. For us, mini vacations – especially beach vacations – are for relaxing and going with the flow. We discussed going kayaking or on an air boat expedition but did neither. Heck, we didn’t even play mini-golf.
Beach access in the park was a short drive from the campground, so we went for a walk on the beach once or twice a day. Our walks included searching for shark’s teeth, but they were few and far between (unlike Fernandina Beach). If you like seashells, Saint Augustine is the place to be; the beach was littered with shells of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Second only to the number of shells was the number of seagulls. The gulls were not the least bit bothered by the people on their beach, nor did they mind posing for photos.
When traveling, we tend to only have two meals per day: breakfast and then a late lunch/early supper that we call “lupper”. Food probably played the biggest role in our trip. We ventured downtown to dine at a different restaurant each day. While the downtown area was busy, we were able to find parking relatively easily. Tip: if you’re planning to spend time in Saint Augustine, brush up on your parallel parking skills. I have to give Kenn props for how easily he parked our Toyota Tundra; he made it look easy.
The first day, we ate at Prohibition Kitchen Gastropub. I loved the vibe of the decor, and the food was good. I had the PK Poutine just so I could try pork belly. I think I would have liked the pork belly better if it had been crispy. I also had a Hibiscus Spritz (Elderflower, lemon, simple syrup, mint, hibiscus, sparkling wine) and Kenn and I split a bread pudding for dessert. I’ve never met a bread pudding that I haven’t liked; this one, while good, had a sugary crust that made it a bit too sweet for my taste, and that’s saying a lot.
We love a good Irish pub, but the only two we visited with any regularity (one in Savannah, GA and the other in Fernandina Beach, FL) have both closed. So, of course, we had to eat at Meehan’s Irish Pub; I hope it survives our visit since the others have not. We started out with an order of Irish Chips (aka fries) and I had a yummy Shepard’s Pie made with beef and lamb. I would have loved to try their bread pudding, but since I had chowed down on the chips, I had no room left. But, rather than have no dessert, we stopped by Mayday and picked up pints of ice cream to take back to the camper for later. (Mint chocolate chip for Kenn and salted caramel for me.)
Our last day we ate at Casa Reina Taqueria & Tequila. I had Carne y Papas tacos which is the first time I’ve had fries on a taco. Side note: whenever I see chihuahua cheese on a menu, I have a mental image of herds of chihuahuas hooked up to tiny milking machines. (I’m weird, I know.) I also loved the mural on the dining room wall.
Since the Castillo de San Marcos National Monument was right there, we thought we’d go and get another stamp for our National Parks Passport book. However, we didn’t want to pay the $15 per person entry fee. Kenn is much more of a history buff than I am, but we both felt like if you’ve seen one old fort, you’ve pretty much seen them all and since we’ve seen several, we noped out of this one.
We also had the opportunity to go into “mom and dad” mode for a while. When we stopped to check out the ancient quarry trail in the park, we met Patrick and Amelia, college students in Sarasota up for a day trip; their car was dead. We tried jumping them off – even using two different sets of jumper cables – but were unsuccessful. We then loaded them and their battery in our truck and drove them to the auto parts store where they were able to get a replacement battery under warranty. (Amelia and I had a chance to bond over being fair-skinned people at the beach.) We made sure that the new battery worked as it should and gave them our numbers in case they had more problems. It felt good to be in the right place to help these kids when they needed it.
My birthday is in November and we’ve already got reservations near Bryson City, NC. I love Bryson City and it has been years since we’ve been to Cades Cove and other locations in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
How do you celebrate your birthday?
Croc Around The Clock
A lot of campers (people who camp, not the equipment used to camp) have a dedicated pair of “shower shoes.” Shower shoes are the ones you wear to and from the bath house; they’re easy to slip on and off and dry quickly if they get wet. Heck, if you don’t want to stand on a possibly sketchy shared shower floor, you can even wear your shower shoes while you shower.
I have been using a pair of flip flops as my shower shoes for several years. They’re… adequate. Honestly, I don’t like flip flops. Never have. I hate the thong between my toes and if the path between the camp site and the bath house isn’t paved, flip flops live up to their name by flipping dirt and debris onto my clean feet. Ugh. I tried using a pair of hiking sandals but those suckers take forever to dry when they get wet. However, I had an epiphany during our road trip last fall. Crocs! Crocs would make the perfect shower shoes. (Many thanks to the unknown person whose Crocs were peeking out of their shower stall at the Vernal, Utah KOA.)
I have never owned Crocs. Let’s face it, they aren’t exactly things of beauty, but they get rave reviews from a lot of people – especially medical professionals. I’m hardly a clothes/shoe snob, so Crocs it is. I also knew the perfect pair to buy. Last year, I got an excited text from my daughter-in-law: “Did you know that they’re making Lisa Frank Crocs?” I did not, but, they are adorable (as are all things Lisa Frank) and I surprised my daughter-in-law with a pair for her birthday. Now, I had the perfect excuse to get a pair of my own!
My Crocs arrived in late October and have been languishing in my closet ever since. (I know, I know. I need to go ahead and put them in the camper so I’ll have them for our next trip.) However, since they are still easily accessible, I’ve been getting some use out of them while I’m recovering from my sprained ankle; they provide arch support and are easy to slide off and on, therefore not hurting my poor foot. I wore them to the doctor’s office last week when I went in for x-rays and all of the nurses loved them! I’m looking forward to adding a splash of happy to our travels with these shoes.
So, Crocs. Yes or no?
The Big Six-Oh!
As of 5:10am on Sunday, November 20th, I am officially sixty years old. Wow. How the heck did that happen?😮 Mentally, I’m still around twenty-five. Yes, my sons are in their thirties, but that doesn’t seem to have an impact on my mental age. Aging is one of those things that, until now, hasn’t really impacted me.
Kenn turned sixty in August. One day recently, he stopped and asked “Are you having a hard time with turning sixty?” I had to give the question some thought. The best answer I could come up with was “Maybe a little bit.” Don’t get me wrong, I’m not huddled in a darkened room binging on Ding Dongs and baking shows, but turning sixty has been… thought provoking. Kenn said it was a little harder for him too – not necessarily his own age but the realization that our oldest son will be forty in a few short years. (My brain and fingers insist it should be spelled “fourty”.) Oddly enough, it was a similar situation for me in that it wasn’t my own age that was a bit of an eye opener. I’m the baby of my family; my sisters are nine and ten years older. In September of 2021, while we were on our road trip up the East coast, my oldest sister had a stroke. I was shocked to realize that she was only six months shy of turning seventy. Whoa. Before I know it, I’ll be the one turning seventy. (Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, as my Grandmama used to say.)
A couple of months ago, Kenn asked what I wanted to do for my birthday. My answer was immediate: I wanted to take the camper to Amicalola Falls State Park for the weekend. I was long overdue for a soul recharge in the mountains. Being the good hubby that he is, Kenn had gone online and made reservations before we finished our conversation. The trip was wonderful and relaxing, just what I needed. We did a little hiking and a lot of being lazy. We even caught part of a raptor show at the Lodge.
Due to the temperatures (forties in the day, twenties at night), we weren’t allowed to keep the “city water” connected to the camper full time. Instead, we had to put water in our fresh water tank for use at night. (We have tank heaters to keep the water from freezing.) However, this was when we discovered that something wasn’t working right. Instead of a steady stream of water from the fresh water tank, we only got spits and spurts. In addition to being frustrating, it gave us a problem that we needed to figure out before we take the camper to the Asheville, NC area for New Year’s. Kenn informed me last night that the problem has been resolved. (Yay!) Fortunately, it was something relatively simple; one of the valves was in “winterize” mode. Once he switched the valve, everything started working correctly. Whew!
So, how well are you dealing with aging?
Mammoth Cave National Park
Once we realized that Mammoth Cave National Park was only about an hour and a half from Louisville, we added it to our list of things to see during our trip. The day after the wedding festivities ended we packed up the camper and headed down the road. It felt great to arrive at the campground at noon instead of spending all day in the truck. Then I remembered that we had changed time zones so it was actually only 11am. Even better!
I’ve mentioned in previous posts that we still haven’t quite gotten the hang of traveling as retirees. We frequently forget that we can adjust our schedule as needed – and on the fly. So, I’m pretty proud of the fact that I rocked the retirement thing that day. I knew as soon as we got the camper set up Kenn would be asking “So, what do you want to do today?” so I headed him off at the pass. I told him “I don’t want to do anything today. I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m tired of being in the truck. I just want to sit outside and read.” Not to mention that we had spent three days people-ing. As much as I enjoyed meeting people and visiting with everyone, this introvert’s batteries were completely drained. I needed to recharge. And I did. All day. Kenn got in the truck and went out exploring later in the day. I stayed at the camper with my Kindle app. It was heaven.
The next day, well rested, we headed to Mammoth Cave National Park.
Now, there are two things to know about Mammoth Cave. (Well, more than two but I’m only going to list my top two here.)
- Unlike most national parks, there is no entry fee at Mammoth Cave. According to one of the rangers on our tour, this was a part of the deal when the land was bought up by the state before being given to the federal government: the families who had lived on the land would never have to pay a fee to go “home”.
- Mammoth Cave is named for the large size of the cave system; there are no mammoth fossils. (Fossil loving me was greatly disappointed, LOL.)
While there may be no fee to enter the park, visitors interested in touring the caves must purchase tickets (which do cost money) for ranger-led tours. There are a number of tours to chose from; we went with the Domes & Dripstones tour. We arrived at the park an hour or two ahead of our tour just to get the lay of the land. This gave us a chance to locate the stamp for our National Parks passport book and to buy the required souvenirs; in this case, a Christmas ornament. Note to self: check all gift shops before making a purchase. We bought an ornament in the first shop and I found one I liked better in the third shop which meant backtracking to the first shop to make a return. Not really a big deal but it could have been avoided with a little extra care on my part.
We decided it would be a good idea to pick up a couple of bottles of water to take with us on the tour. (When my throat gets dry, I start coughing and my throat gets dry a lot during allergy season. It’s not COVID people, it’s just allergies!) While Kenn was in line to get water, I noticed that the shop also sold soft pretzels. Since I never like to pass up the opportunity for a soft pretzel, I asked him to get one. Y’all, this was the biggest soft pretzel I’ve ever seen! I couldn’t even complain about the $8 price once I saw it.
By the time we finished sharing pretzelsaurus (including scraping off most of the salt) the rest of the tour group had arrived at the shelter. Ranger B arrived to give us the required safety briefing, we loaded up onto two buses, and were on our way. Ranger Alex regaled us with information about the park on the way to our destination. One interesting tidbit: Although the park is forested, there are no old-growth trees since it was predominately farmland for many years. Planting trees was one of the functions performed by the workers of the Civilian Conservation Corps during the Great Depression.
The tour began in a sinkhole where Ranger B reminded us not to touch the rocks. Due to the fact that the caves do not receive rain, wind, etc. they don’t want the oils and lotions on our hands to damage the delicate ecosystem. Admittedly, I did touch the rocks a couple of times. In my defense, for once, it wasn’t a matter of me being contrary. (Shocking, I know.) In one spot it was just reflex to put up a hand to keep from bumping my head on a rock. (I had already banged my head when getting on the bus, LOL.) The second time I was navigating a section with a low ceiling and narrow path; my foot slipped on the damp floor and it was either touch the rock with my hand to catch my balance or touch it with my face. I chose the least painful of the two.)
The group stopped at two or three areas while the rangers gave us more information regarding the early days of the park. And, as always on a cave tour, there was a point where the lights were turned off just to show what true dark actually looks like. I have the utmost respect for spelunkers, especially the ones who did their scouting without modern equipment; I wouldn’t want to be exploring a cave system with nothing better than oil lamps.😬
In my opinion, the most spectacular scenery was in an optional section near the end of the tour.
The original entrance to the caves is still in use but we just missed a tour group and weren’t interested in waiting around for the next one so we just snapped a couple of pictures and went on our way.
White-nose syndrome, a fungal disease, has wiped out 90% of the bat population of Mammoth Caves. One phase of fighting this disease is that, at the end of each tour, all participants must walk across bio-mats soaked with disinfectant to remove any contamination possibly transported out of the caves on footwear.
All in all, a visit to Mammoth Cave National Park is a pleasant way to spend a few hours. The next time we find ourselves in the area, we’ll probably stop in and take a different tour.
Have you been to Mammoth Cave?
Most importantly, soft pretzels, yes or no?
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