The Benefit of Being Stubborn

When I purchased my Kia Niro last year the only thing that dismayed me was the lack of a spare tire. I realize it is standard operating procedure with new vehicles these days (I heard it was an effort by the manufacturers to reduce weigh to help them meet the higher fuel efficiency standards) but it bothered me.

As you know, I do a lot of driving and am prone to long, meandering road trips so I did not feel comfortable with the idea of being stranded in the middle of nowhere with a measly can of air. Especially since I prefer the road less traveled, which often means there’s no cell phone service (the modern day equivalent of up a creek without a paddle).

So, shortly after buying my car a friend helped me research and find a spare tire that would fit (the tiny donut available through the dealer wouldn’t have been compatible with my “sport” edition).

Of course, the larger tire wouldn’t fit in the pre-molded space in the back of the car but I didn’t let that stop me. I took everything out, did some creative cutting and rearranging to make it fit. It was a bit of a project and I know some people were frustrated by my determination to make it work.

Fast forward to this weekend. While driving through South Carolina on I-95 (on my way north to visit friends) I had my first dreaded blowout in this car. A can of air wouldn’t do me any good in that situation!

Thankfully, my spare tire enabled me to continue safely to my friend’s house (albeit at a bit slower speed). And even allowed me to get to Discount Tire this morning where I’m currently waiting for two new tires to be installed (I always buy at least in pairs but the other tires still have some life left).

Had I not been so insistent, my car would probably still be stranded along the interstate or I would’ve had a huge towing bill or a ruined weekend while trying to cart a tire back and forth. Instead, I enjoyed a lovely visit with my friend here in Raleigh and within the hour I will be on my way to see friends in Virginia.

The peace of mind that will travel with me? Priceless!

Native Nut

While at Hillsborough River State Park a few weeks ago I learned about a new-to-me North American native, the Pignut Hickory (Carya glabra).

The rather unflattering common name was bestowed upon it by early settlers. The bitter tasting fruit is so unpalatable that it was relegated to pig slop.

Despite that, the trees were of high value since the wood is not only hard and strong but also elastic. The wood proved extremely durable for wagon wheels and agricultural tools, very important in early America. These days, the wood is prized by elite athletes around the world for sporting goods, such as skis.

Touring a Landmark

Last week, I had the opportunity to visit Bok Tower Gardens over in Lake Wales. Wawa, an East Coast gas station/convenience store chain, sponsored several free admission days at this historic landmark this summer. I was fortunate to grab a ticket.

The 14-acre property that encompasses the top of Iron Mountain was purchased by Edward Bok in 1922. He became enamored with the area while staying at his winter residence in Mountain Lake, the nearby gated community.

In keeping with Bok’s “gospel of beauty”, he hired Frederick Law Olmsted Jr. to transform the native shrub land into lush gardens, multiple ponds, and meandering pathways.

The central feature of the park, the Singing Tower, was Bok’s idea in homage to his childhood home in the Netherlands. Sparing no expense, it is one of the largest carillons in the world. The heaviest of the 60 bells weighs 22,400 pounds, while the smallest weighs a mere 16.

It’s a testament to Bok’s prestige (as former editor of the Ladies’ Home Journal) that none other than President Calvin Coolidge spoke at the opening ceremony on 02/01/1929. It was estimated that 75,000 people attempted to attend the event, completely overwhelming the tiny community of Lake Wales. According to reports, cafes ran out of food and gas stations ran out of fuel.

Perhaps that’s why Wawa sponsors these free days at the Gardens?

Carillon Concert

Sightseeing

Just a few things that caught my eye while exploring the Hillsborough River last week. It was a lovely day, made possible by cool(er), cloudy weather, a brief but appreciated respite during a hotter than usual summer.

Hillsborough River

After exploring the trails at Hillsborough River State Park last week I decided to follow the river on my way home. I stopped off at four river access points, all sections of the Hillsborough River Wilderness Park.

With the exception of the rapids at the state park, the rest of the river is a wide, slow-moving expanse. It’s considered a blackwater river since it wanders through swamps and wetlands.

I think the thing that surprised me the most was that I didn’t see a single alligator (but I’m sure they were there). Thank goodness these areas were set aside early on, since the Tampa urban area has claimed every square inch.

Slow Moving Swirl
Sped Up Swirl

Classy Place

Last weekend, I took advantage of an overcast morning and drove over to Hillsborough River State Park. The place had been on my must-visit list for quite some time so I was delighted to finally get there.

The park was established in 1938 to protect a rare, natural feature in Florida, Class II rapids. As you can imagine, in a state with the lowest “high point” in the country (354′ at Britton Hill), Florida rivers do not have a lot of opportunity to drop.

In an effort to preserve the siliceous limestone outcropping that underlies the riffles, wading and swimming are not allowed on the property. This interesting local geology also inspired the name of the nearby town of Thontosassa, which derives from Seminole-Creek language meaning “flint” “some”.

As with its other early parks (like Hammock Highlands State Park that I visited last summer), the state took advantage of the Civilian Conservation Corps to develop the land. There are numerous CCC-constructed features still visible throughout the park, most notably the suspension bridge.

Hillsborough River, Class II Rapids