Life’s a Beach

We have been going to the beach just about every weekend.  It has been glorious, albeit a trip.  Last week (Sunday, the day after my nut-case grout extravaganza), Scott had some work to do outside of the Destin area which gave us an excuse to go to Ponce de Leon Springs, Henderson Beach, and Topsail Hill Preserve.  I took pictures and we geocached.  I don’t think we actually stopped to lay on the beach for any amount of time.  Mostly because we forgot towels!

We’ve been having fun exploring these beaches while the weather is warm.  We kind of figured out after the Bald Point hike, that this wasn’t the time of year to be doing such a thing.  We’ve got a list of parks to go back to when the weather gets cooler.  We have also found that the state parks are far less crowded than public beaches.  Apparently $3- $6 entrance fee is just enough to keep the masses at bay.

We have both decided that we like the whole geocaching thing for a couple of different reasons.  One is kind of the same reason why I like collecting stamps in my little passport book.  It gives us a guide of places to check out.  Geocaching does the same, as it narrows down the part of the park/area we’re going to explore.  It also gives us a goal to reach.  The down side is that we have to find it.  Neither of us will give up until we do, which sometimes leads us in to scrub brush, and poking around nature that we shouldn’t be poking around in. 

Some pictures- different than what’s on the Bears’ tumblr, because apparently they are over 10mb.

I made Scott stop to take a picture of the moo-cow. 
It was on the way to one of the locations he had to visit for work.
Ponce de Leon Springs.  The river leading up to the spring- which is very blue. 
However, they built around the spring so it looks like a swimming pool. 
Kind of loses some of its neatness.
Henderson Beach and dunes.  We contemplated having the wedding here. 
Then we bought a house so we could have the wedding at it.
The scrub/ nature trail at Henderson Beach. 
If it weren’t for all the traffic noise, you might think you were in a jungle. 
Topsail Hill Preserve is massive in acreage.  There is a tram that runs from the parking lot,
to the beach drop off about a mile away. Again, this makes it so the general public doesn’t
think too much about coming here for a day at the beach.

Dancing Bears and Beach Bums

We had our favorite house guest this weekend, and the bears went nuts…

We also shot guns, ate ice cream and hamburgers, and showed off Suwannee River and Madison Blue Springs

Then, Sunday we took off to Port St. Joe.  It didn’t take much convincing for Scott to get on board, as he’d visited there a couple times for work.  We saw some houses in town (we always stalk through a couple neighborhoods checking things out), and after a quick research on Urbanspoon, ate at the marina.  The fried grouper was amazing and we got a fair amount of food.  Prices were on the heavier side, but ya know.  They pretty much have a captive market.

We learned a little bit of Florida history at the Constitution Convention Museum.  Perhaps the biggest thing we learned there, is that the ranger lady thinks Port St. Joe is part of the Eastern time zone.  It switches to central some where around Apalachiacola.  Either way, the hours for the museum are posted on the door.  They state they are in Eastern time.  We got there during the 12-1pm period that they’re supposed to be closed.  But the door opened, so we let ourselves in.  While we didn’t stop to read through everything inside, there were some neat artifacts on display.

There’s also a wide open grove with a monument outside.  The bugs were thick, but I (we?) found the geocache hidden by the State Parks organization.  I’m gettin’ kind of good at this finding tupperware in the woods thing!

This train was also outside of the town hall (I think?) right next to the Museum.

 After the museum, we back tracked a bit, and went to St. Joseph’s Peninsula state park.  My little passport book said this is “one of the best beaches in the world.”  Pretty big statement to live up to!

The peninsula is quite narrow, so at certain points you can see the sound and the wide open Gulf at the same time.  There is also a lot of kayaking, boating/fishing, and kids splashing around on the sound side.  The ocean side is also pretty active.  However, it’s FAR less crowded than St. George Island.  Once you get over the dunes, you can’t even HEAR the ocean from the parking lot.

It was crazy to see a storm rolling over the sound side, but miss the Gulf side.
The fact that you can’t see any human in this picture is also a big plus for this beach!

While playing in the water, we had some fishes swimming around our feet.  Scott thought they were fun.  I thought they were creepy.  As of right now, neither of us are showing any signs of having caught any flesh-eating bacteria, so YAY!  If we lived closer- say Tallahassee proper, instead of an hour east-  I’d definitely pick this beach over St. George.  But I don’t, so the hourish between St. George and St. Joseph’s makes for an extra long trip that’s not neccesary.  The beach is big enough, and the ocean drowns out other enough that you can still seclude yourself fairly well on St. George. 

On the way home while I was dozing in and out of conciousness, Scott pulled over to take this picture.  Which turned out to be my favorite.  So high-fives sir!

Of course, more pictures are on The Life of Rylee Delilah.

Birthday Geocaching

What better way to celebrate being old, than to hike 4 miles in the dead of Summer in Florida!?!  I seemed to have gotten sunburned less than Scott did.  However, I’m pretty sure mine hurts more.

We explored Ochlockonee River by way of Tallahassee/Target/ Starbucks yesterday, and then went on to Bald Point.  After a successful geocaching hike on Saturday in Maclay, and because it was my birthday and I am the little princess (whether it’s my birthday or not), we decided to check out a couple more.  Originally I had planned for 4 state parks yesterday (yay more stamps!)  But, after the big hike in Bald Point, I called it before getting to San Marcos.

Ochlockonee River, around the Youth Camping ground.

At Ochlockonee, we just poked around the park a little bit, realizing that it was too hot and not enough tree cover to hike comfortably.  There was also a geocache located not far down one of the trails, so we searched that out and went back to the truck.  It’s clear that the trails are well-maintained and we’ve earmarked this as one to come back to in the fall.  On our way out of the park, Scott was trying to figure out if we needed to leave our day-use pass, I said, “Hey! Look!”  A deer was meandering across the road in front of us.  We drove past where it had crossed, and stopped to watch.  While we (he) was trying to figure out my camera.  One more appeared.  And then another.

Though it’s blurry, can you spot the 3 deers?  We need to work on our photography skills.

This was as far west as we intended on going, so we started heading back east, toward the homestead.

Every time we see a bear crossing sign, we always contemplate snatching one for the Plantation.
But then we remember that we’re fine, upstanding citizens and thievery is bad.

I did some recon for the geocache that was located at Bald Point.  Prior hikers had let everyone know that this was by far the hardest state park geocache that they had come across.  That there were areas of tall grass.  And that it was a 4 mile round-trip hike.  I already stated that at Ochlockonee* we decided to not go for a long hike due to lack of tree cover, and the heat.  However, the high of a successful geocache hunt the day before as well as that morning clouded our judgement.  Plus, it was my birthday and I could get heatstroke if I want to.

*That’s the first time I could spell Ochlockonee without looking it up! Yay!

 The trek overall wasn’t bad.  Scott had his backpack with water bladder, we both had light, sporty clothes on, and there was a nice breeze mostly.  However, the way back felt like it took twice as long, even though it was only about 30-45 minutes.  We were also the only ones out on the trail, which took us through the marshes and wetlands.  Plenty of times we cursed the state for making these old Jeep trails off limits to… Jeeps. 

We could see the boardwalk lookout that we went to prior to the hike. 
Just a short distance away, by water.  It irked Scott that we were so close, yet so far away.

Anyway,  I would not recommend these trails during this time of year.  We’ve both said a few times it was probably a stupid idea to go out so far in the heat/humidity/sun.  But, we made it. Aside from us both having sunburns, we’re a-okay. 

One of my artsy pictures for the day.  As always, you can find all of the pictures
I took on the Life of Rylee Delilah tumblr.

Remember When…

Didn’t you hate those things in the high school yearbook?  Why yes, I DO remember what happened no more than four years ago.  In a few years, those things that you thought were worth writing down and memory-worth, will be quite insignificant.  Or so you hope.

In light of Caitlin’s (of The Desert Dandelion) shout out on her blog, I shall come up with my own version of this tragic high school game. She is one of approximately four people that I still talk to from my tiny little Downeast Maine school.  Terrifyingly, this will go back to 4th grade- 17 1/2 years ago.


– Terribly long games of 4-square at recess, that I’m pretty sure at least 2 of the 4 kids playing, were cheating.  I may have been one of them- Caitlin was not.
– “Bagel! … BAY-GULL!”
– Ice storm ’98, skating from my house down to the beaver flow-age.  Skating down hill on snow that you could break through and trip at an moment?  Great idea!
– “Bang bang Maxwell’s silver hammer came down upon her head”  Doo-doo-to-dooooo
-For that matter… “I’d like to be under the sea.. in an octopus’s garden…”  Which goes along with the reason that I wanted to paint our propane tank that sits half in and half out of the ground… Yellow submarine
Meow mix theme songs in the middle of the night.
-5:30am breakfasts Saturday morning with my dad.
-That morning your dad dropped you off at the takeout to meet us there, and one of the old guys “proposed” to me.
-45 minute treks in “Dolly”  the super cool van, complete with VCR and tube tv.  And all the recorded episodes of MST3K.
-An 8th grade school dance where my brother picked us up early (made it down and back during Duke’s half time) because I’m sure, some prepubescent boy was being a douche bag.  Little did we know it only goes down hill from there, at least for a few years.
-The loft in my grandparents’ shed that had a very shoddy floor… built by the 12 year old version of myself
-Terrorizing your sisters and my brothers. A lot
-Showing you how to make spaghetti- breaking it in half, thus making is spray all over your kitchen.
-Beanie Babies!  those things were the devil.
-Rug Rats’ Tommy watches from Burger King meals.  That our 7th grade teacher tried to buy from us?
-N Sync Fan Fiction.   REALLY hope those things were burned… 
The Canada Song which some of our friends did no appreciate
-Our moms teaming up to keep us away from classmates’ houses.  apparently they could see the future…
-Board games (Pass the bomb!) at Bill and Deb’s
– Santa’s Village and riding the log flumes all day long.  because we were the only two dumbasses riding in the rain.
Y2K New Year’s Eve at your grandparents’ in Eastport.  Thinking we were COOL that we had a tiny smidge of champagne.  I’m pretty sure I drank both of ours…
– The last time we were able to make our schedules work to meet for lunch.

Remember When

OH! And I TOTALLY took the first two pictures of you and Rob that exist!  I’d post those, too… but my internet about died just trying to find the one that’s here.