We planned our third visit to Anastasia State Park just outside St.
Augustine, Florida, to coincide with a full moon. The brilliant, full
Florida moon rising out of the Atlantic Ocean over the expansive,
empty beach that stretches to the horizon, tempted us to try for yet
a third time. The two times1
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have camped here in the past during a full moon left us with
wonderful memories. But, as always, timing is everything!
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| The St. Augustine light house is a few blocks north of Anastasia State Park |
We read several comments about many of the campsites having no
drainage, or worse, the drainage ending up in the campsite itself.
Having never been caught in a deluge here, we were concerned about
our unknown campsite. The hard-packed, sand-based sites here, are
mostly flat, but only one or two are paved in the entire 139 site
campground. Some though, are a little quirky in their layout.
The first six camping loops, sites 1 through 105, have better privacy
than the newer seventh loop
located further south of the other
loops. There are no campsites across from each other in the first
six loops as there is an island of vegetation in the center, and the
one-way road only has campsites only on the right side of the road.
The newer Coquina loop seems somewhat crowded by having double the
number of campsites. They eliminated the center island and doubled
the number of campsites.
Our first day was spent catching up on reading and just relaxing.
Intermittent rain showers made it comfortable just to stay in the
camper anyway. Getting ready for a two month long camping trip is
hard work. Putting up hurricane shutters and closing up the house,
prepping the car and trailer, planning the food and itinerary take
time and effort. Why is it so much work to have fun? Monday was spent
as the relaxing first day of vacation, after an early morning walk to
the beach, of course.
We decided to check out Gamble Rogers State Park, some 30 miles
south, as an alternate to Anastasia if we need to park our little
trailer somewhere else. We were already south of St. Augustine, so
why not take a look. Scratch Gamble Rogers, it isn't for us. We got
back to camp just before the afternoon rains started.
The toilet and shower facilities are clean and well maintained as
always, even after the hoards of toilet-paper-stuffing children
blocked up all three commodes in our men's room on Sunday. The
toilets were spotless just a few hours later.
Tuesday was the start of the real vacation. With sunshine and mild
temperatures, I unloaded the bicycles and finally got into vacation
mode. We eventually drove to town, did some grocery shopping and had
Thai food for lunch. Well, it was supposed to be Thai food. I think
it was just a matter of taking the correct numbered meal out of the
freezer, putting it in the microwave according to instructions for
whichever meal we ordered, punching a couple of buttons and serving
it piping hot! Yum!
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| Really? |
We got to do things we never had time for in the past.
First on the list was a visit to Fort Matanzas National Monument,
just a few miles south on famous US A1A. The weather held on
Wednesday for our free boat ride to the small, but impressive fort
that only fired its cannons in anger once. We had seen it from a
distance when we brought a boat from St. Augustine to Ft. Myers way
back in 19993,
but only the teasingly far-off view as the Inter-coastal waterway
passes on the other side of Rattlesnake Island from where the Spanish
thoughtlessly built their fort hundreds of years ago.
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| Ft. Matanzas |
We had a hint things weren't going to go as planned on Wednesday when
storms really began to roll in. By Friday morning, it was obvious the
comments on the Internet were accurate as some campsites had been
flooded more than once. Most of them drained within hours, but some
sites, such as 67 and especially 81, were under ankle-deep water for
many hours. Definitely not for tent campers!
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| Site 81 after a good rain |
We met Susan, from Naples, on Friday night after she backed in to
site 81 and set up her tent. The original reservations had been
canceled so she picked up the spot for a one-night stay. It rained
almost as soon as she was set up, but it was a light shower and the
water didn't encroach her tent. We later sat outside our trailer in
the pleasant, but moist evening air as the sites drained and chatted
well into the night. We joked about drying out the tents and bedding,
but by the next morning it wasn't a joke. We had a torrential
downpour just after she packed up and site 81 was soon under four
inches of water.
Saturday night was an adventure, to say the least. Ilse commented on
a sign she saw on the nearby Elks marquee that stated “Sat - Latin
Dance.” So, we planned to stop by and see what was happening. The adjacent St. Augustine Amphitheater was holding a
concert by Sublime at the same time, so A1A, the street outside the
park was jammed with police and flashing lights by the time we headed
to the Elks club. The Elks parking lot was full, but not for the
Latin dance. Turns out the dance had been held the previous weekend.
They didn't take down the sign until the day before we showed up
looking for some Salsa. The Elks club itself was fairly empty, save
for a few regulars who looked at us nonchalantly as we walked in. The
Elks make extra money by providing extra parking for the
amphitheater.
We met Shirley, a thin, attractive blonde who was fending off the
hands of Jack, somewhat heavier and younger by several years, as he
tried to win her favor, obviously with Braille. Ilse and I sat next
to them at the bar and ordered two gin and tonics that had to be
thrown in the drain as the tonic water dispenser turned out to be
empty of anything that vaguely resembled tonic water. The White
Russian Ilse ordered as a substitute turned into a Miller High Lite
beer when it was discovered their milk for the mixed drink had
expired. It didn't take long for the bar to empty out. Not a real
good night so far. Not for Jack either. Shirley kept telling him he
wasn't going home with her and she wasn't going home with him,
either. He kept asking, "Who hurt you, baby?" Poor Jack. We had free popcorn
and played the jukebox. At least we got to dance to Patsy Cline. Not
a real hot time in the old town that night.
We eventually made four trips to the beach without seeing sunshine
even once, and the unending cloud cover made sure we didn't see any
hint of moonlight during the full moon. Not until 3:00 am the next
Tuesday, anyway.
So, even though we didn't get to see our full moon, we have had a great time. Tourists have a knack for crowding me out of anywhere they decide to congregate, and St. Augustine in the summer is a prime tourist attraction. We have another week here, and plenty of things to still see and do, depending on how much rain we get and how well we squeeze past the crowds.
So, even though we didn't get to see our full moon, we have had a great time. Tourists have a knack for crowding me out of anywhere they decide to congregate, and St. Augustine in the summer is a prime tourist attraction. We have another week here, and plenty of things to still see and do, depending on how much rain we get and how well we squeeze past the crowds.
We'll come back to
St. Augustine, one of our favorite places, probably in time for the Christmas
lighting ceremony in November. I'll have to see when the full moon
occurs in November. We'll try for four, the third time didn't count.
[Update Note: Full moon will occur November 17th, 2013; the Lighting Ceremony will be the Saturday before Thanksgiving, November 23, 2013. Festivities start for one of the best lighting ceremonies in the country (per National Geographic) at 6:30pm]
NEXT: On to Asheville, NC, and a great discovery, at:
http://sleepstwo.blogspot.com/2013/08/pleasant-surprise.html
[Update Note: Full moon will occur November 17th, 2013; the Lighting Ceremony will be the Saturday before Thanksgiving, November 23, 2013. Festivities start for one of the best lighting ceremonies in the country (per National Geographic) at 6:30pm]
NEXT: On to Asheville, NC, and a great discovery, at:
http://sleepstwo.blogspot.com/2013/08/pleasant-surprise.html
