Roadside Attractions

Leaving Little Lady Liberty I purposely stayed off the interstate, opting to follow blue highways* instead. I had all day to reach my destination so I decided I would stop at random points of interest along the way.

First up was the replica of Fort Christmas. This short-lived US Army outpost was one of a dozen constructed during the Seminole Wars. Built in 1837, the fort’s name came from the day they broke ground. As was customary at the time, the small town that sprang up nearby adopted the fort’s name (ie, Fort Lauderdale, Fort Myers). Though in this case, the US Postal Service removed “fort” from the official town name since there were already too many fort somethings in the state.

The property also protects other historic buildings from the area’s past, including a picnic pavilion built by the WPA in the 1930s. I was impressed not only by the number of structures but by how well-appointed and maintained they all were. No mean feat considering Florida’s often temperamental weather and the amount of nature that wants to move in.

Speaking of nature, my next stop, Orlando Wetlands Preserve, was literally just around the corner. Originally constructed as part of the metropolitan water management system, it didn’t take long for nature to take advantage of it. Fortunately, people are allowed to wander property to watch all the wildlife.

After parking, I noted the heavy-looking gray clouds and grabbed my rain jacket before heading out on the boardwalk. I was about halfway through my walk when the skies opened up. Furthest point from my car – who says Mother Nature doesn’t have a sense of humor? From this drenching experience, I learned two things, alligators all head for the water during a downpour and, I need a new raincoat. Sigh…

Thankfully the storm was short-lived and by the time I finished the trails I was no longer dripping wet (though not dry by any means, yay humidity). Good thing I always have a beach towel in the car!

My next stop required driving a few miles extra to find a turnaround spot. But when you whiz past a sign for the World’s Largest Alligator, you do what you have to do. Measuring one inch over 200′, Swampy was built in 1989 as the entrance to Jungle Adventure. A bit rundown, this roadside attraction is still open, but you can no longer walk through the gator’s mouth to enter – thanks to a lawsuit from nearby Gatorland (the Mouse isn’t the only one fighting over tourist dollars).

Before getting back on the road, I scanned the map for any other interesting locations and found that the Windover Archaeological Site was on my route. There isn’t much to see, only a small sign that does little to convey the magnitude of the discoveries made there.

In 1982, a planned development came to a halt when bodies were found in a pond. After law enforcement determined that they were ancient remains, archaeologists spent the next several years unearthing over 168 carefully interred bodies. They were so well-preserved in the anaerobic water that there was still brain matter in over half of the skulls!

Though the site is now on private property in the middle of a housing development, the unearthed artifacts are still being researched, providing astonishing insight into the people that lived there roughly 8,000 years ago. I encourage you to look it up on the internet (this video provides a decent overview).

Florida is far more than just beaches and a big Mouse, the interior of the state has a so many fascinating stories to tell!

*For those not familiar with paper maps, interstates and state highways were once denoted by different colors. The latter, on some maps were blue, hence the term blue highways. It’s also the title of a great roadtrip book by William Least Heat-Moon (reminiscent of Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley). If you haven’t read either of them, I highly recommend you do.

Little Lady Liberty

On my way to the east coast today (I’ll tell you why later) I made a slight detour for an interesting bit of history. I just recently learned about the Liberty Sisters, created by the Boy Scouts of America back in the middle of the last century.

To celebrate their 40th anniversary (and to offset the Red Scare), BSA started a “Strengthen the Arm of Liberty” campaign. They commissioned small lookalikes (not exact replicas) of the Statue of Liberty for display across the country.

Over 200 of the 8.5’ tall, copper-clad ladies were installed in public places in 39 states (and territories). In the ensuing 70 plus years many disappeared, lost to the indifference of time.

Thankfully, BSA has been able to locate and document roughly 100 of the remaining statues. Of the original three in Florida, two remain, one in Tallahassee and one in Orlando (the subject of today’s visit).

Without any fanfare or signage she overlooks Lake Ivanhoe from a traffic island in north Orlando. Though unheralded she’s in good shape. It just seems a shame, especially since the initial investment for each statue was $350 ($4,700 in 2025 dollars) and that didn’t include the pedestal or installation costs.

I’m glad I stopped to find her. Even though I’ve driven across this country dozens of times, there are still so many things for me to learn and explore…

On the Way

Curious to see what Isaias might have churned up, I headed out for a beach walk early this morning. Though the hurricane made landfall about 300 miles northwest of me, our waves were higher than normal.

Surprisingly, there was not as much interesting flotsam and jetsam as I anticipated. Sadly, there were plenty of small pieces of litter to fill my bag.

Even more interesting were the birds. Since migration started a few weeks ago there are more species of birds on our shores. As I watched a small group of Red Knots, I noticed that a couple of them were banded.

I was too far away to read the identifying code on the bands but the pale green color told me they were banded in the United States (oddly, the bands look white in my photo).

This small shorebird has one of the longest known annual migration routes, flying from the Arctic down to Tierra del Fuego in South America each winter. That’s roughly 18,000 miles round trip each year!

This group will probably continue on their way when the weather clears, though in recent years more and more have been wintering along the Gulf coast. A phenomena that scientists want to better understand (hence the bands).

Yet another wonderful beach walk…

Visiting the Past

After my brief tour of Myakka River State Park I headed down a country lane to the slowly disappearing town of Old Miakka. My destination was the Crowley Museum & Nature Center for a taste of Old Florida.

A small nonprofit cares for 191 acres of along the Myakka River, preserving the ranching landscape of early settlers. Tours of the property are self-guided so I started with the Tatum House, a historic home that was moved to the Center from neighboring Sarasota to save it from demolition.

Built in 1889, the house was a decent size for the era, though it’s hard to imagine a house that size holding a family with 11 kids!

After the house, I stopped in the yard to give Sweet Pea (one of the resident pigs) a quick scritch behind the ears. Then I moseyed over to the boardwalk. It just recently opened after a full rebuild, thanks to devastating damage caused by Hurricane Milton two years ago.

Then I toured the Cracker exhibit in the old barn, an informative display about the first cowboys in the United States. Growing up out West with all the cowboy lore it’s easy to presume that’s where they began. However, since the first cattle in America were brought over by the Spanish when they landed in La Florida in 1521, it makes sense that the first cowboys came from here too.

A few friendly goats helped me wrap up my visit – definitely a enjoyable morning.

Bathing Beauties

Last week I left before dawn and drove down south to explore. My ultimate destination didn’t open until 10am so I decided to swing through Myakka River State Park first.

There was a line of cars waiting patiently for the park to open at 8am. Good thing I wasn’t there for alligators, as I didn’t see a single one. Once the rainy season starts to fill the watershed, they spread out across the park’s 37,0000 acres.

Since sunrise was 30 minutes earlier, the first flurry of hunting and scavenging was over and most of the birds were absorbed in their postprandial ablutions.

A pleasant start to the day…

Watery Ways

Uncharacteristically, Florida has decided to participate in Fall this weekend. Since that nor’easter is bringing us cooler, dryer weather I have a bunch of outdoor plans.

Sadly though, most of them are yard and house chores that I’ve been delaying because of the heat. So, I thought I’d share photos from the beginning of the month when I had time to play.

Started that weekend with yoga on the rooftop of St. Pete’s newest, old hotel. The Cordova Inn is an innovative property that blends new amenities with a historic building (and welcomes locals for special events).

From the top I caught a glimpse of Tampa Bay, the water I would later be kayaking with friends. We launched from the municipal marina downtown and paddled out to a sandbar just offshore. As we relaxed in the shallow water a dolphin cruised by, a ray made a splashy jump, we found some living sand dollars and even a small sea star.

Just another great weekend in St. Pete!

More than a Mural Tour

Every second Saturday galleries and art studios stay open late in St. Petersburg. This month I joined a mural tour centered on works in the warehouse district, just south of downtown.

Our tour was hosted by the Florida Wildlife Corridor, which runs Wild Space Gallery. The motivation behind the gallery is that art can help us relate to, appreciate, and even fall in love with nature – all of which will hopefully encourage us to protect it.

Our guide, Jenee Priebe, former director of the Shine Mural Festival, is a passionate supporter of the arts and her energy was contagious. All the murals and public art around town are part of why I love this area. Since its inception in 2015, the Shine festival has added 199 colorful murals and they aren’t done yet.

The evening was bracketed with murals by Ernesto Maranje, a self-taught painter from south Florida. I was absolutely captivated by his most recent work, The Panther and Egret. While the basic shape of the panther is easily identifiable from a distance, Ernesto has the outline dissolve into the swamp and forest, as though one is not separable from the other. An even closer look reveals a myriad of other Florida natives that rely on this shared environment.

Hopefully the Florida Wildlife Corridor can expand protections for these important wild spaces…

It’s a Growing Concern

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Thought I’d share what my yard looks like now compared to when I bought the place six years ago.

It was a neglected weedy lawn but I’ve always liked a challenge. I’m pretty proud of how it’s turned out. It makes my heart happy that birds, bees, and other wildlife consider it home as well.

For the record, I do not have an irrigation system. I sculpted my yard with berms and swales to take advantage of rainwater. These are drought tolerant plants (mostly native) that not only survived saltwater flooding two years ago but our recent five month drought. Since rainy season started they are absolutely thriving…