Before leaving Sebastian, I had one more look around.
|Hello, good-bye Mr. Wood Stork. Up close you are even more weird!|
|When I see crushed oystershell used for fill or cover, my heart sings Florida!|
|This guy is ready for the noseeums!|
Man's wife, yelling - Don't fall off those rocks!
Man - I won't.
Me, walking by - Yes, we don't heal nearly as fast as we used too
Wife - Nah, I'd be the one having to pick his fat ass up and I don't know if I can.
There was a little museum, The McLarty Treasure Museum, I wanted to see with some history that I only knew a tiny bit about. Now I know why this area is called the Treasure Coast. Tragedy and treasure, they seem to be associated all too often.
Lots of ships lost, lots of lives lost and all because a Queen wouldn't sleep with a King until she had her dowry. Three expeditions later...she still didn't and pretty much broke the Spanish Empire due to financial losses and a disheartened - being polite - King.
The fun fact of the matter is, treasure is still being found around the area, as the ships spilled out millions of dollars of gold, jewels and silver. Beachwalkers have found silver coins and gold rings and necklaces. I guess it beats chaney...sort of.
|I like tools!|
|The biggest piece of chaney!|
|Look at the pendant on the left, second row, then read the following|
|Of course, professional treasure hunters have been hard at work|
for decades here.
|Our old house. At least funk lives here!|
|Closed and literally gone. There used to be a cute set of pagoda like buildings|
here. Why they were razed and the ugly strip mall left, who knows?
|Those two buildings weren't there, fields of sea oats were. This was 'our' beach.|
Off to the left of the green building, there is now a pocket park.
I guess that was the trade off. Ugh.
|Another one of the places we lived on the coast that has paved Paradise.|
|At least Snack Jack's is still around! Albeit with valet parking. What??|
|Fishermen still fish|
|Bridge of Lions lion |
(one of two donated by a couple quite recently.
He's German, she's Chinese - they love St. Augustine)
In the morning, headed to Trained Help, just driving at all was very wobbly and very much more scary. I'd been advised it could be tires but the way it felt, the whole thing was just going to fall apart. All those earlier fears were going to come true and it would turn into a broken bicycle. But it was just a tire. One tire on the front was causing all that craziness! Incredible. Between a great mechanic and the tire guys across the street, I was back in business.
He said the tire had separated (from the outside it looked fine - until it was up and spinning in a weeble-wobble way) and it could have and would have blown out. So once again, I'm putting on my luckiest woman in the world crown. That is an experience I'd really rather never, ever have. So if you feel your vehicle go wobbly, get it looked at immediately, hopefully it's just a tire!
The streets in St. Augustine are tiny. It's sort of like San Juan that way, old streets. So I left the does not turn on a dime Turtle in Nancy's driveway and did a walkabout. She lives very near the old town and it's all a curiosity of history, so why not walk it? I did. A few times.
|I applied to teach here at Flagler College many, many years ago.|
They said I'd have to wait until someone died.
Wonder if I could get a job there now?
|Flagler might have been a robber baron and guilty of quite a few more transgressions, but he sure built some gorgeous buildings|
Where there were once more historical bits along the pedestrian area, there are now almost all shops of one sort or another. I was reminded of New Orleans that way, where real, living history was replaced by tee shirt shops.
Seeing these things bolsters in many of us the desire that Culebra hopefully won't lose what she's got and then regret it when it's gone.
|I really did like this guy. Wish I liked cigars.|
|This was in a courtyard of what is now a shop.|
|I'd love to know this story! Close off history and put up Trump for Pres stickers.|
You can't make this stuff up.
|Among the limestone, wood and coquina homes is this Turkish?|
influenced home. Everything fits, even the lamp.
|A more modern sort of fountain|
|Simple is good|
This marshy area is right down the street. At low tide, it looked like a good oyster bar.
|At high tide, it's a lovely marsh scene!|
|No, this is not Nancy's gate!|
|I'm sure it's a day tripper but a surely pretty sight.|
That's the real deal lighthouse in the background.
|I could have taken 100's of photos of all the homes. Well, I did.|
|Prettiness out there|
|The other lion. I love the expressions on their faces!|
Then it will be onward, north! In a non-wobbly mobile.
Thankfully, Erika was more of a non than an event for Culebra. I'm not sure about how much rain we got but Bill K knows and I'll find out from his reporting. Spare some thoughts and whatever else you can to Dominica (and maybe other islands, I haven't looked at the news yet) who were badly hurt by the storm.
Have a fair-free-and-fine-world Friday. Do something flotational.