Guided by Nellie, our GPS Navigator, our trusty Dream Machine went over the Matanzas River bridge, onto Anastasia Island, the lighthouse ahead of us. Turning right, then right, we entered Anastasia State Park, with sand dunes and the Atlantic on our left. Finding our reserved site in the shelter of dense, live-oak forest, Bill hooked us up to the electric post and turned off the generator. With the temperature around 100° and humidity at max, we use the air-conditioner 24 hours a day. Jean did the laundry after 9 p.m., when the washer and drier outside of the bathrooms were available (at 6 quarters each). Sitting on a bench, sweat rolling into her eyes, swatting at the occasional mosquito, she listened to the insect and frog noises while the machines did their work.
St. Augustine LighthouseLike nearly everybody else, we drove and parked as near as possible to the places we wanted to visit—even the nature walk in the campground, (½ mile from our camp site) and the beach (1 mile).
Lighthouse from beach, sea-oat grass in foreground
Anastasia State Park Beach
There were many families enjoying the beach—it was a little cooler there.
A mobile family outing
