This past weekend was pretty eventful. It was Logan’s Birthday, so on Saturday we met up with Dana and John at their church for his birthday party. It was actually a party for another boy as well, and there were a lot of kids there (along with their parents). It was really cute to see Logan and Evan in the bounce houses that were set up, especially Evan, since he built up quite a static charge and had his hair standing on end. We got there a little past 3pm (when the party was scheduled to start), and already people were having fun. It was generally for the kids, as most of the adults were standing around and talking to one another. Bionca and I really didn’t know anyone there except Dana and John’s family so they were the ones that we stayed around for the most part. We had plans to head to Gainesville later on, so we didn’t stay too long, but long enough for the traditional blowing out of the candles and song. After that, we were ready to go, lacking kids of our own (which we got asked about several times).
From there Bionca and I visited Chris, Stphany, and Linnea in Gainesville. We got there at about 8pm or so, so we really didn’t do much. Chris and I went out to photograph the moon (which didn’t turn out so well since the moon was setting too fast to keep the apiture open long enough for a good shot). Chris then suggested that we go to a place that he found online called The Road to Nowhere. He described it as basically a long road that leads to the Gulf coast (or almost) that may have been used as a drug running airstrip, but was supposed to have some nice salt marsh on the way, and something about a crater at the end. We agreed, but I didn’t really expect much out of it.
Sunday morning we got going and headed out there. It was pretty far back in redneck territory with a lot of long dirt roads. As promised, the ride was nice through the salt marsh, and just ended with a small dirt cul de sac covered with the droppings of many-a redneck party (beer bottles, shotgun shells, and other items used as shooting targets). Beyond the cul de sac was a large plane with grass, rocks, and dried mud: from that point, pretty unremarkable. I figured that since we drove an hour and a half getting out there we might as well explore some, I suggested that we go on some of the trails that lead off. Chris came with me, and we were really surprised with the sight that we found. The rocks that we saw were not a crater nor anything like it. Actually, at first I thought that it was concrete since I saw a round hole in the top of one and figured that it was a long ago rusted pole sticking out of it, but that theory was quickly proved wrong. At some point this was the sea bed, and all of the rocks were made of some sort of sedimentary rock which had eroded into interesting shapes. As we explored further we really started to feel that we had found something really special. The rocks had been carved by the elements in ways similar to the large ones found in the desert found in the American midwest, but about 1/50th the scale. We went back and got the girls and explored around a bit more, taking pictures and feeling like we were giants on some tiny alien world.
After a while, we packed up and headed to the car, and decided to head to a place that we saw on the GPS called Horseshoe Island. We tried to get there by following the GPS, but there were a lot of private roads that it tried to take us through (actually I was surprised how many of the dirt roads were represented). We explored around a bit and eventually made our way there and went from deep-woods red neck territory to charming little fishing village. We drove around there, and eat at this little diner called Horseshoe Cafe (the only place to eat there that we could see). Afterward, it was time for some more pictures, and then head back to Chris and Stphany’s place.
We really had a great time. It was an adventure and something different from our usual routine. We got a lot of great pictures (which I don’t have access to right now, but you can see Chris’s) for memories. It was a great weekend.
While out there, it got me thinking about how much fun fishing was, and that got me thinking about Uncle Poley. So, I emailed him and hopefully the next time that we are up that way we can all go fishing.
From there Bionca and I visited Chris, Stphany, and Linnea in Gainesville. We got there at about 8pm or so, so we really didn’t do much. Chris and I went out to photograph the moon (which didn’t turn out so well since the moon was setting too fast to keep the apiture open long enough for a good shot). Chris then suggested that we go to a place that he found online called The Road to Nowhere. He described it as basically a long road that leads to the Gulf coast (or almost) that may have been used as a drug running airstrip, but was supposed to have some nice salt marsh on the way, and something about a crater at the end. We agreed, but I didn’t really expect much out of it.
Sunday morning we got going and headed out there. It was pretty far back in redneck territory with a lot of long dirt roads. As promised, the ride was nice through the salt marsh, and just ended with a small dirt cul de sac covered with the droppings of many-a redneck party (beer bottles, shotgun shells, and other items used as shooting targets). Beyond the cul de sac was a large plane with grass, rocks, and dried mud: from that point, pretty unremarkable. I figured that since we drove an hour and a half getting out there we might as well explore some, I suggested that we go on some of the trails that lead off. Chris came with me, and we were really surprised with the sight that we found. The rocks that we saw were not a crater nor anything like it. Actually, at first I thought that it was concrete since I saw a round hole in the top of one and figured that it was a long ago rusted pole sticking out of it, but that theory was quickly proved wrong. At some point this was the sea bed, and all of the rocks were made of some sort of sedimentary rock which had eroded into interesting shapes. As we explored further we really started to feel that we had found something really special. The rocks had been carved by the elements in ways similar to the large ones found in the desert found in the American midwest, but about 1/50th the scale. We went back and got the girls and explored around a bit more, taking pictures and feeling like we were giants on some tiny alien world.
After a while, we packed up and headed to the car, and decided to head to a place that we saw on the GPS called Horseshoe Island. We tried to get there by following the GPS, but there were a lot of private roads that it tried to take us through (actually I was surprised how many of the dirt roads were represented). We explored around a bit and eventually made our way there and went from deep-woods red neck territory to charming little fishing village. We drove around there, and eat at this little diner called Horseshoe Cafe (the only place to eat there that we could see). Afterward, it was time for some more pictures, and then head back to Chris and Stphany’s place.
We really had a great time. It was an adventure and something different from our usual routine. We got a lot of great pictures (which I don’t have access to right now, but you can see Chris’s) for memories. It was a great weekend.
While out there, it got me thinking about how much fun fishing was, and that got me thinking about Uncle Poley. So, I emailed him and hopefully the next time that we are up that way we can all go fishing.
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