The Road to 65, Mile 81: Missions to Posterity, Part 1- Luling and Mission Concepcion

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February 17, 2015- Luling to San Antonio

It had cleared, somewhat, when I rolled out of Coachmen’s Inn, and up to Luling’s downtown.  Going into The Coffee Shop, and seeing Granny’s baleful stare, I quickly agreed when the nice young barista offered to prepare a large coffee and blond brownie, to go.  The area is as photogenic as Texas rail towns come.SAM_4212

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My inner urge carried the car and me on to the San Antonio Missions National Historical Park.  I had visited the two missions closest to the Alamo, in 2012, but in twilight.  Today, I would see all four of the magnificent facilities, yet in full daylight.  To keep this manageable, I present the four missions one at a time, starting with the northernmost:  Concepcion.

Mission Nuestra Senora de la Purisima Concepcion de Acuna was established in 1731, the fourth of five missions in the San Antonio River Valley. As with the Alamo, Concepcion was a Presidio, or garrison,as well as a mission.  The Coahuiltecan people, who were hunter-gatherers, sought protection from raiding Apaches and Comanches.  The Franciscan friars also taught agriculture to the Coahuiltecans.

Here are several scenes of the walls, grounds and the magnificent mission church.

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NEXT:  The largest, and best-known,of the missions, outside the Alamo itself:  San Jose.

The Road to 65, Mile 80: Lundi Gras

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February 16, 2015- Pearlington to Luling, With A Good Dose of NOLA

The Pearl River divides the eastern nub of Louisiana from Mississippi, before joining the Gulf of Mexico.  It’s a working man’s river, so there were dozens of fisherfolk already at work, when I moseyed on through, on this President’s Day morning.  It is a gray day, payback for three days of Florida sunshine.  This was Cajun Land, though, and the good times would roll, regardless.

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A few miles westward, Lake Pontchartrain unfolded, in all its Southern Cousin to the Great Lakes glory.  It, too, is a working man’s waterway, and many were likewise hard at labour, on its shores.  My brief visit was to Irish Bayou, on the southeast corner of the lake.

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My main stop of the day, though, was New Orleans.  Granted, the Big Event in Big Easy was to come tomorrow, but my Life Path would have me elsewhere by the actual Mardi Gras, and besides, this is a SEASON with which we’re dealing, not just a one-day deal.  So, I parked at the Ten-Hour for $5 Lot, across from Basin Street Visitor Center, and made my way, slowly, towards Bourbon Street.

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The first order of business was an homage to the departed, at St. Louis Cemetery.

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New Orleans’ skyline seems to have recovered quite a bit from 2005’s tempests and trials.

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The Business District would wait for another time, though.  Bourbon Street was the main focus.  The Toulouse route was a bit on the quiet side.

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Things started popping, and beads flying, once I reached the edge of Bourbon.

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Having filled up on gumbo a few days earlier, I was happy with a jumbo slice of pizza.  There was no seating, but the doorway gave a fine vantage point for what was going on outside.

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An Earth Angel was sending bubbles down on the happy crowd, from one of the ubiquitous balconies.

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Bourbon, at lunchtime, was getting beaucoup crowded, always a good sign.  I managed to garner four sets of beads, besides the small one I was given yesterday, in Ocean Springs.

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It’s a nice idea, but I won’t be ready for this, for a good while yet.

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The bayou, that would be worth a week or so of camping among the Cajuns!

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Although today was not a parade day, some krewes were out for a spin anyway.

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As I walked back towards Basin Street, Simon Bolivar was there, reminding us of the spirit off freedom that was starting to stir in the Gulf Region, at the dawn of the 19th Century.  The enslaved, however, would not taste of liberty until our nation had nearly been rent asunder.

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Once back in my car, I made an investigation into the listed address of New Orleans Baha’i Center.  Shades of Brussels, the Baha’is have moved- the place is now a snow cone establishment.  Today, being 50 degrees, was not a day for me to enjoy such fare.  I headed out of town, accompanied by rain, clear to Luling, TX,my stop for the night.  Lake Charles, however, has Steamboat Bill’s, right off the highway and packed to the rafters with diners- some of whom were headed to the Big Easy.  I was good with a pile of catfish and hush puppies, and the company of a stuffed gator.

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Three hours later, I was fine and dandy at Luling’s Coachmen’s Inn.

The Road to 65, Mile 79: Beach Trees, A Cannoli, and That Blissful Honky Tonk

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February 15, 2015- Panama City to Waveland   I am a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, when it comes to breakfast.  I want no fried, boiled or poached eggs, no bananas and I think keeping the heavy to a minimum is good- so very little, in the way of biscuits and gravy, hits my plate.  I did, however, leave my friends’ home in Panama City, with a fair amount of freshly picked kumquats.  They are a fabulous snack food, and full of Vitamin C, being the only citrus fruit which may be eaten, rind and all.  I will hold these exquisite people in the highest regard, though, I’m not in the market for any of the various ladies with whom Host might want to arrange a relationship.  My presence in anyone else’s life is too fleeting.  Nonetheless, goodbyes don’t come easy.

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The road between destinations always throws in its share of bounties and bestowals.  That’s the magic of the journey.  So it was, that I left Panama City, headed for Pensacola, with at least the intention of spending a couple of hours poking around the historic sights and sounds of Escambia Bay.  There was, as it happened though, the chance of connecting with my friends from Alabama, down in Ocean Springs, MS, for a day or so.  Mental arithmetic led to my decision to put off Pensacola and Mobile, until an as yet undetermined “next time”.  I did stop at Shrimp Basket, in Pensacola, for a take-out lunch.  That was a good thing, as Sunday lunch in the Florida Panhandle means wearing one’s Sunday Best.  My attire was neat, clean-and very casual.    The crab cakes, though, were very tasty, once I got to that picnic table, outside Ocean Springs.  The view of the channel at the rest area, west of Pascagoula, was comforting in itself.  SAM_4099

I called a new friend, who happened to be in Ocean Springs, and was pleased to share an hour or so, in that splendid little town, consisting of the two villages of Bienville and Iberville.  We met outside the old Rail Station, as he walked towards my car.

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As you might guess, he, too, is taking the slow and easy approach to life, at least for a time.

We took the jeep to the beach area, after savouring coffee, and, at least in my case, a cannoli, at the only Coffee House in town.

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The beach here is a blend of sand, due to the recovery efforts from the Great Hurricanes of 2005.

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You can see that there are still some stands of cypress trees and pin oaks, along the Causeway, north of the beach.

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The Gulf here shimmers as well as it does everywhere, belying the ongoing recovery efforts from the Deep Water Horizon, which only the fishermen still feel.

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Well, the pelicans feel it, too.  They were gathered this fine evening, on posts at the end of an old pier.

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The beach towns have always been places to while away a day, in gentlemanly fashion.  Had this been a weekday, chances are some would be gathered in the beach-side park, for a game of chess.

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They’d have been greeted with a fine message.

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Downtown Ocean Springs had celebrated Mardi Gras, just a few hours earlier, as had several towns along the coast.  There were beads and other mementos of the festivities, strewn along the sidewalks.  In this grand scheme of life, even Man’s best friend gets in the act.

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Saying farewell to my friend, I headed further along, to Biloxi, another fine old French-heritage site.  Before I ran out of daylight, some lovely memoirs of the Mississippi that was, showed themselves during an hour’s walk.

Here is Biloxi City Hall.

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The Magnolia Hotel is Biloxi’s Grande Dame.  It was built in 1847.

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Mary Mahoney’s French House is the city’s premier restaurant.

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The white sand beaches, though, are a key element of what keeps Biloxi thriving.

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My last photo of the evening came with a brief stop at the grounds of a place bound to evoke mixed emotions for the history buff:  Beauvoir, the Jefferson Davis Home and Library.  Knowing the past helps shape the future, so on a future sojourn, I may well stop here and learn just what made the man form such an alternate view of how America was to evolve.

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The night did not come in a shy manner.  I continued on, through Pass Christian, which had just finished its Mardi Gras parade, Bay Saint Louis, where none of the Mom and Pop motels had their Welcome lights on, to Waveland, where I got a modest-sized room, for a premier price- this being so close to Mardi Gras and all.  Dinner was cheap, though, at Third Base Bar and Grill, a honky tonk which is one of the most convivial places I’ve yet had the pleasure to visit.  This is country Mississippi as I wish it had been in the 60’s, everyone getting along, without regard to who was from where, or from what background. I was treated just fine, with my mushroom Swiss burger, lightly-oiled fries and a pitcher of ice water- me being a teetotaler and all.

The journey becomes a destination, in and of itself.

The Road to 65, Mile 78: All Love’s Labours

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February 14, 2015- Panama City, FL.  Actors have an open-ended mission:  To relieve tension in their audience, but also to incite thought.  This is as true of those who devote themselves to small-city “stock” theater productions, becoming more intimate with both their audiences and their crews, as it is of those who stride the Red Carpet on awards night.

The rehearsal on which I sat in, this lovely north Florida morning, was intent on taking the viewer/listener back to childhood:  Specifically, it addressed the Spelling Bee, on the surface level, and the issues of parents living through their children and the resulting effects this brazen, immature vicarious life has on the child, on the more crucial, underlying, level.

Two hours of love were put into this endeavour, at least from the actors’ perspective.  There will be more, before the February 20 presentation.  The troupe presents before school groups, so this play will hit home, for any child who is in an activity for the sake of his/her parents.

I started the morning watching my hosts’ dogs play, in the back yard.  Dogs have the right perspective:  Only do what feels right, do it as a team, and mess around a bit, while doing it.

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The actors have the team thing down, and so will get through the production quite well.  My host is one of the best at this, and while messing around is not on her agenda- there is no one who has more fun with her work.

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The Martin Theater, where the production will first be staged, is a venerable institution in Panama City, and was a key USO site during World War II, when north Florida was a key staging area for the European Theatre of the conflict.

The murals on its south wall reflect the spirit of that time of national teamwork, and determination.  Womankind in those days was far more than Rosie the Riveter.  Style and grace remained key elements of maintaining morale.

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After the two-hour practice, there was a new mission:  Lunch.  Where better to begin this important search, than at a Farmer’s Market.  Panama City has a fine one, in the St. Andrews neighbourhood.

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We found lots of arts, crafts and fresh vegetables, but a complete meal required crossing the street- to Little Village, a lovely old house that was converted by its owner into a small restaurant, bar and gift shop complex.  It reminds me of a similar arrangement in an airplane hangar, at Oceanside, CA.

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I was beginning to think that I might end this journey looking like these fellows.

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We decided to walk off the meal, as best we could, and drove to St. Andrews State Recreation Area, first visiting Gator Lake, an encounter with a swamp environment.  The signature creatures were nowhere to be seen.  Of course, it was early afternoon, and alligators usually prefer to be out and about in the morning.

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The sand here is the whitest I’ve yet seen, being largely the result of shell deposits.

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Needless to say, Host and I were both in our elements.

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The afternoon would not have been complete, though, without going across the parking lot and seeing the fabulous stretches of pure white sand and rather feisty surf.SAM_4091

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This was a very full St. Valentine’s Day.  As much as sourpuss revisionists like to put down the Patron Saint of lovers, I like to think his devotion to his chosen mission was a path of love, much like that of the actors whom I watched last night, and this morning.

The theme of real love continued on into the night, as we sat in my hosts’ living room and watched “The Good Lie”, wherein Reese Witherspoon teaches, and is taught by, four refugees from Sudan.  We did so in segments, around the work of loving parents who put their son and his needs first.  Later this evening, with my exhausted hosts gone to bed, I had the pleasure of talking with another house guest, an amazingly insightful boy of twelve, for about ninety minutes of free-ranging exploration of just what is needed, in order for families that are fragmented, to reconnect and ultimately thrive.  I think the man-child will do just fine.

The Road to 65, Mile 77: As Luck Does Have It

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July 13, 2015- Panama City, FL Yes, I believe from now on, I will add location to my datelines.  I am back on track, writing, after several days of focusing just on what’s in front of me.  Today, I connected with two friends:  One, an extended family member who’s in an exile, of sorts and the other, an online friend who’s been after me to come by this town, off and on, for the last three years.

So, here I am, in lovely northwest Florida.  The area does seem more soul-connected than some other parts of the Sunshine State, but maybe that’s because its heritage, along with that of St. Augustine and the northeast, runs a bit deeper.  I began my visit by lunching with said family member at Gary’s Oyster Shack, in Springfield, about five miles east of PC.  My eponymous restaurant host was a taciturn sort, a bit reserved, but he and his kids put forth some great Low Country Boil, and a full range of other dishes.  It’s great to be back dining by, and of, the sea.

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After an hour’s conversation, I bid farewell and Godspeed to my friend, and leaded forth to downtown Panama City.  Walking around the seemingly defunct Hawk’s Nest Bar and Grill, I spotted signs that the place was once a fabulous place at which to while away an afternoon, or an evening. The woods outside make for a fine picnic spot.

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Murals most often tell a good story, as this one does.

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Then, there is the front veranda and patio- one of the great appeals of the Coastal South.

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Back along the waterfront, there is a crowded marina- reminder of fishing’s prominence here.

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I walked along the coastal path, crossing a drawbridge- the oldest working such bridge in these parts.

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Towards the end of the road, there were several lovely historical homes.  Some are large, like the Howell/Hobbs House (1909).

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Others were cottage-style, like the McKenzie/Pickens House (1918).

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These homes are in grand proximity to some of the clearest ocean anywhere.

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My host later explained to me that there are pools of fresh water, parallel to the ocean, and that alligators traverse between the two water supplies, feasting on the best of both.

I was in need of a rest, and of wifi, after this fine little outing, and so repaired to Willows British Tea House, just up Harrison Street, as it happens, from the Martin Theater, where I would observe a play practice in a day or so. The awning shows where Willows is located.  There were some ladies inside, who did not wish to be photographed, so this is as close as I choose to show the lovely establishment.  Here, I finally connected with my host, and arranged to meet her at the Martin.  After a refreshing pot of orange tea and a piece of lemon cake, I headed for the theater.

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Here is a scene from the Martin Theater’s lobby.  It has a long exchequer of fine performances, and still serves as Panama City’s center for showing art cinema.

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That evening, after a marvelous meal of gumbo and rice, Kelly, Fernando and I headed for Kaleidoscope Theater and watched a pleasing, though overlong, production of a play entitled “There’s A Burglar In My Bed”- a British-style farce, where several people got in one another’s way, mostly in an inadvertent manner.  It’s all great fun.

The Road to 65, Mile 76: Happiness Is A Hot Wheels Tattoo

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February 12, 2015, Marianna to Sylacauga-  Today was a day of few photographs.  The central purpose of my drive up to Sylacauga, midway between Montgomery and Birmingham, on the Beeline (U.S. 231), was to lend a listening ear to a young friend.  Alabama has lots to offer the visitor, but for this journey- it was enough to visit the Welcome Center at Madrid, enjoy a couple of barbecue meals (lunch at Smokin’s, in Wetumpka and dinner at Larry’s, in Ozark, where I spent the night), and sit conversing with my friend, while her toddler alternated between playing in the McDonald’s rumpus area and coming over to get our attention.  That’s what 3-5 year-olds have to do, to make sense of their slowly unfolding world.

I began the day in Marianna, about an hour west of Tallahassee.  I had spent the night there, at Best Value Motel, and did my laundry at a nearby coin-op.  I had an interesting conversation with the owner of the laundromat and one of the other patrons. The owner was a native of Marianna, and has watched it go through several changes.  To him, having grown up and stuck with the city’s West Side as home, the gradual deterioration of family values and increase in crime and dysfunction were not things he foresaw.  On the surface, things in that area look quite peaceful, but he advised me not to walk around much, at that hour of the night (It was 8:30).  I only had to walk next door, so it was no problem.

This morning, I took a walk around downtown Marianna, after breakfast at Bobbie’s Waffle Iron.  The mood in the breakfast spot was a bit colder than that at Jim’s Buffet, the night before.  I was pretty much served quickly and expected to eat and leave quickly- with some men at the other end of the place muttering about “stranger over there”.    No one bothered me, though, so I just went on about my exploration.

I checked out some of the noteworthy buildings and an obelisk commemorating the Confederate Veterans.  I noted the difference between First Baptist and First Methodist.

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The Confederate Obelisk stands in front of an apartment building, in the center of Marianna.

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Leaving Marianna around 10 AM, I made good time along the Beeline.  Here are some scenes from the Madrid, AL Welcome Center.  Composting is done with watermelon rinds, by shredding them.

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This Army helicopter is a reminder of Alabama’s strong military presence.  Fort Rucker is not far away, and the regional airport is named for Igor Sikorsky, the inventor of the chopper.

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Alabama has welcomed me nicely, each time I have passed through.

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I didn’t take any photos of Sylacauga or of my friend, Christy and her son.  The mood didn’t feel right.  Little man was quite tired, it being mid-afternoon and all. He was, however, quite proud to show me his Hot Wheels tattoo, so I know a bond was starting to form.  His mom and I talked for a short while about things that concerned her, and I think she felt a bit better afterward.  That is time well-spent.

I headed back downstate, and took a room at Ozark Motel, 3 miles north of the town of Ozark- close enough, so that I would be on track for Friday’s two meet-ups, in Panama City.  Time grooves on.

The Road to 65, Mile 75: Florida’s Overlooked Story

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February 11, 2015, Tallahassee-  Many people come to the Sunshine State for its modernities and for-sunshine. This time of year, there is plenty of sunshine, though Florida can’t entirely escape the cold that plagues the rest of the continent.  There will be two cold snaps, before the region reverts to its signature mildness.  When it’s like this, I focus on the inside scoop- What do a region’s historical treasures have to tell us about the area as it is today?

Most people are aware that Florida was ruled by the Spanish, for about 200 years.  They are also aware that there are Indigenous people, called Seminoles, who had a wise and clever leader named Osceola and that these people fought three wars with the U.S. Government.  Some will know that there are a different group of Indigenous people, called Miccosukee, who are descended from the Calusa and Mayaimi nations, who lived in South Florida, prior to the Spanish arrival.

Few know, however, that the Calusa, and the Apalachee of the northwest, were powerful and well-organized nations.  The Apalachee chiefs recognized that the Spanish had strong medicine to fight the diseases against which Indigenous North Americans had no immunity.  So, they invited the Spanish to teach their people about Christianity and to use European medicine to fight the new afflictions.  They also wanted the Spanish to help defend them against British and Creek warriors, invading from the north.  The British and Creeks won, though, and the Creeks became Seminoles, living around Lake Okeechobee.

The Calusa, though, became suspicious of the Spanish, when a 16th Century rendition of the Mariel Boatlift arrived on their shores, near today’s Fort Myers.  The Taino people fled wholesale slaughter by the Spanish in Cuba and came, in hundreds of dugout canoes, to the land otaf the Calusa. The Calusa never really warmed to Europeans, as you might imagine.

These are a couple of Florida tidbits, revealed at the Florida Museum of Natural History, which I visited on Tuesday, at the Museum of Florida History, which I toured this afternoon- and Mission San Luis de Talimali, where I spent the morning and early afternoon.  The latter two are both in Tallahassee, and are part of a renewed push by the state to focus on its rich heritage.

Here are several photos which will give you an idea of the marvels that await at Mission San Luis- a true Living History facility.  It offers classes in metallurgy, tool-making, Spanish and Apalachee cooking, and foraging for plants in the moss-laden forest.

We start with the relatively new Visitor Center, which replaced the early 20th Century Messer House, now a costume-making center and office building, in 1983.

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This is one of the depictions of a Crucified Christ that was presented to the Apalachee converts, by the Franciscan friars who established Mission San Luis.

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Here is an outside view of the Mission Church.  Note the roof thatch, which is the same material as covers the Council House of the Apalachee.

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The inside is quite spare, with no semblance of ornate flooring. The floor is sand, as is the case in the friary, the kitchen and the Council House.  Woven mats were used to keep the dust down, with varying degrees of success.

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Like the Church, the Friary had a window in the attic, for heat release.  The inside temperature reflected the seasons. Today, all the preserved mission buildings were cold inside.

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This was the friary kitchen.

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Cooking was done with this charcoal oven.

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Spanish Moss covers many of the evergreens and laurels, throughout the Southeastern  states.

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Two journeyman blacksmiths were breakng down their shop for the day, but graciously answered my questions, as to the nature of their work at the Mission, which is primarily tool-making, as opposed to farriership.  The Master Blacksmith does repair munitions, though.

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This is Fort San Luis, where a garrison of Spanish and Apalachee troops were housed and trained.

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The men slept on mats, atop platforms, in the style of the Apalachee people.  It is said that the Apalachee figured fleas could not jump higher than five feet.  This is quite debatable, as fleas have been observed in labs, jumping ten feet or more.

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Note the points on the fence poles.

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This alligator skull graces the northwest corner of the fort grounds.

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A nature trail borders the southern edge of the Mission grounds.

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The house of the Deputy Governor houses His Excellency, his wife and at least five of their ten children, at any given time.  The two adults slept in the tiny bed, the baby in a cradle and the older children on floor mats. A cook was on hand today, to explain the  extensive use of herbs, both for cooking and to rid the house of odors.  She also showed the carpentry area, where wooden spoons, as well as furniture, were produced.  Ceramics of the Apalachee were rounded; those of the Spanish were flat.SAM_3992

Here is the Apalachee Council House.  Like public buildings today, it was a regular gathering place for the community, and could hold as many as 2,000 people.

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There was one entrance, warriors checked their weapons at the door, greeted the Chief, who sat on the highest platform, and sat either on lower platforms or on the floor.

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Deer skins were used to cover the Chief’s and Elders’ platforms.

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For contrast, here are the Florida State Capitol and Supreme Court buildings.

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There is a lot about the early peoples of Florida that we have yet to decipher, and from which we could still learn.

The Road to 65, Mile 74: Reversing Course and Meeting Butterflies

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February 10, 2015, Gainesville, FL-This has been one of those days when I am reminded that deeds done by others, with the best of intentions, can backfire and take innocent people down with them.  It just makes me weigh my own words and deeds that much more carefully. In a nutshell, my mother-in-law said she didn’t want any visitors, including me.

I was ten miles away, at that point, and so turned around, in south Ocala, feeling quite calm, actually.  I think my angel was carrying me through the rest of the day.  I had two confirmations:  One was stopping at Jim’s BBQ Pit, in Reddick, just north of Ocala.  A bubbly, very pretty young lady served me as if she were serving her father, or a favourite uncle.  The food was comfort, also:  Smoked chicken, barbecued beans and slaw, with a fabulous house barbecue sauce.

The second stop of the afternoon was Florida Museum of Natural History, on the campus of the University of Florida, at Gainesville.  The institution traces the state’s varied conditions and changes, focusing on the Pleistocene and on some of the Indigenous peoples, who pre-dated the Seminole and were ancestors of the Miccosukee.  The icing on the cake, for me this afternoon, was the Butterfly Rain Forest.

The Pleistocene exhibit’s star is the Colombian mammoth skeleton.  Colombian mammoths ranged south of their woolly cousins, and had finer hair.

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A Mastodon was featured next to the shovel-tusker, for comparison.  Mastodons ranged in north Florida, as well.

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A family of Paleo-Indians was shown in the next hall. Florida’s indigenous people had a very rich culture and system of governance, well before Europeans arrived here.  The Apalachee, of the northwest, and the Calusa, of the southwest, were powerful, savvy and industrious people, pre-dating the great council-oriented Creeks, who became Seminoles, once they came down to Florida, with the British, in the 1700’s.

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My attention was spotty at this point, so while I read and absorbed some of the remaining information about the Native Peoples, I needed nature.  So, off to the Butterfly Rain Forest it was.  The following pictures, presented without comment, represent a cross-section of the Lapidoptera and their surroundings.  See how many butterflies you can spot.

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Butterflies are vital, in a variety of ways.  There is some attention here to Monarchs, but also to Swallowtails and Blues.  I recommend this to all residents and visitors to the Gainesville-Ocala area.  After such a rejuvenating afternoon, I headed north and spent a restful night in Bainbridge, GA, north of Tallahassee.  Glen Oaks Motel and a salad from Zaxby’s, served by another pretty, congenial young lady, capped the day.  Actually, a Zalad can make three meals, for someone like me.

The Road to 65, Mile 73: Light on The Water

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February 9, 2015, Daphne, AL to Lynn Haven, FL- The Gulf of Mexico region is largely about the interplay of water and earth.  Man can only influence either, just so much.  I looked at the weather report, while eating breakfast at Key West Inn, in Fairhope, just south of Mobile.  There were scenes, straight from my childhood, of a New England that is overinundated with snow.  It was not just my imagination that the white piles were the height of two grown men.  Winter has returned, and as I regarded the bright sunshine outside, it occurred to me, “Plow it all into the sea; neutralize the acidity”.

The Gulf, at least for the moment, does not have to deal with Old Man Winter.  It did face the onslaught of cold, in December.  Now, though, the Gulf welcomes the refugees of the Big Chill.  Several of my fellows in the breakfast room were from places like Wausau, WI (There is also a Wausau, FL), Lima, OH and Bangor, ME.  Fairhope, founded on fervor and belief, is still a place of safe haven.

My first photos of the day were taken in nearby Daphne, as my initial concern was to connect with a friend on the Florida Panhandle, about three hours further east.  Daphne has narrow roads, and in the style of the rural South, no streetside parking.  This is not your tourist Antebellum-land.  Daphne City Hall, though, is magnificent and has plenty of parking space.

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This great laurel tree predates City Hall.

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The town is named for the wife of its founder, who, in turn, proposed this statue of the Greek nymph, for whom she was named.  The original Daphne, so closely associated with fountains, is true to form here.

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I left Alabama behind, for several days, entering Florida just west of Pensacola.  The Welcome Center is fully-stocked with all things Sunshine State, including palm trees.

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Florida has some of the oldest European settlements in this country, but is also an integral part of Man’s looking heavenward.  Pensacola is key player in aeronautics.

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I had lunch at the local branch of Sonny’s, a regional chain of barbecue restaurants, with smoked turkey and slaw lovingly served by Brittany.  Then, it was onward towards the Panama City area, with just a stop at a rest area near the turn-off to Destin, intervening.  Florida’s Northwest is quite heavily-forested, and this grove evokes the turpentine “forests” I saw four years ago, near Live Oak.

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The inlets of the Gulf are a major draw, once one gets about twenty miles below I-10.  Lynn Haven, just north of Panama City, is a lovely water-based community on the island that includes PC. I spent about an hour or so at Porter Park, on the north side of Lynn Haven, enjoying the water scenes and a walking path, parallel to the Causeway connecting Panama City Island to the mainland.

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Florida depends greatly on fishing, both recreational and commercial.  With an eye towards the safety of marine life, as well as keeping eyesores to a minimum, the State and its cities provide these.

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With darkness approaching, I abandoned, at least for the day, the thought of connecting with a friend who lives here and caught a glimpse of sunset, at The Cove, in Panama City.

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It was time to head further east, in preparation for my main focus of the next few days- visiting my mother-in-law and my late wife’s cousin, near Leesburg.  I ended the day at an Econolodge, just east of Tallahassee.

The Road to 65, Mile 72: Dreams in Abundance

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February 8, 2015, San Antonio to Fairhope, AL- A number of eateries in Texas opt to close on Sunday.  In the case of a barbecue spot in Houston, it was their loss.  After having had a good breakfast at a Country Pride franchise, east of San Antonio, I made the 200-mile jaunt to Houston, for a visit with an online friend.  His daughter, along for the visit, made the event another ten degrees of spectacular, with her views on matters and sharing her dreams for the future.

The journey included a stop outside the town of Seguin, named for a key figure in the Texas War for Independence from Mexico, in 1836. He was a mayor of San Antonio, during the transition.  The doors below are from his rancheria, south of present-day Seguin.

SAM_3845   The Rest Area also features a Nature Trail, in which the most notable feature, this time of year, is this holly bush.

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I next stopped briefly in Flatonia, a town with a sizable Czech population.  The downtown was deserted, but I got some views of what it once was.

SAM_3850 This train spotting tower once was a frenetic place.

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Here are some nearly forgotten gems from the early 20th Century.

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Once in Houston’s northwest side, I met my online friend, and new young friend, for lunch at the interesting and awesome Spaghetti Western.

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SAM_3856 The day thus enlivened, including with a few pirouettes and tales of confidence by the young lady, I moved on, with a stop in Anahuac, near Houston Shipping Channel and the San Jacinto Tower, across the channel.

SAM_3861 Lake Charles, the first town I entered in Louisiana, has a lovely lakeside park, with a small nature walk and sizable Convention Center.

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SAM_3869 The pond was empty, as were the birds’ nests.

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I continued on, through Lafayette, Hammond, Slidell and Covington, LA (dinner was at at a Hot Wok,near there), the Mississippi Gulf Coast and Mobile, before settling in for the night in Fairhope, just southeast of Mobile.  So many wonders escape the camera, in the dark and during a time of needing to get sleep.  I will hopefully get to Mobile, Biloxi and Lafayette, at least, during daylight hours, on the way back.