St. Augustine, Florida

March 27, 2007 by steve.

Ok, it’s not as exciting as a trip to Hawaii, but a free weekend with no scout or church obligations meant a road trip. So the Curbcrusher clan loaded up with a friend of little Curbcrusher and drove the two hours to St. Augustine. Sort of a field trip, and in the absence of an RV the first trip out of town we’ve taken in a few weeks.

First stop was Anastasia State Park to see if we might can camp there. A number of people that we’ve talked to that have rigs with a length over 30 feet say they refuse to go there, so we figured we’d check it out for ourselves. A quick drive around the campground proved that most sites are small, but there are probably at least half a dozen or more that you could get a 35ft motorhome in. But of course I’ve never backed up a 35ft motorhome, but I think that I could have gotten the 35ft fifth wheel in those spots, and I hope I can back up the motorhome at least as well as I was able to backup that fifth wheel.

After the park, we went over to the Castillo de San Marcos. This is the old fort that the Spanish built to hold onto the Florida territory. The park rangers were great, and we got to see the firing of the cannon. The park ranger was trying to recruit people from the audience to sign up to help with the cannon firing. If I lived closer, I’d probably try and volunteer. It would be fun to make a big bang like that on the weekend.

Following the Castillo, we walked over to St. George’s street. The girls wanted to see the World’s Oldest Schoolhouse. So we went in and they got to see what it would have been like to be in school 200 years ago. Of special interest was the dungeon, a small closet under the stairs that the bad students were put in. I told my daughter that we should see about setting up one of those at our house for when she’s bad. Needless to say she was unimpressed. We continued wondering down the street until the girls started complaining about walking too much. At that time Mrs. Curbcrusher said she didn’t feel like listening to the whining, so we’d head home. And so we did.

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