Our job takes Brian and me to a lot of interesting places that we would probably never see otherwise. It’s one of the things I like best about this new gig- exploring the lesser known parts of the U.S.A.
Some cities/towns/campsites/shit holes we love and others we can’t leave fast enough. And we never really know what we’re getting until we arrive. Sometimes that works against us and sometimes, like now, we are delightfully surprised.
We have a set tour schedule so we always know where we need to go next. But we never know quite where to stay. So we spread the atlas out and find a campground within an hour’s drive of our presentation. Then we circle the campground on the map and point our car in that direction.
That’s how we ended up at Little Talbot Island State Park on Florida’s north coast. And this little island has quickly become one of the best places we never intended to find. The entire island is a beautiful state park with more than 5 miles of pristine beaches, salt marshes and forests. The campground has hot water and clean bathrooms. In other words, we have everything we need here.
I want to give you a little glimpse into life here on Little Talbot Island.
Our campsite set amongst the mossy trees. The insects chirp and the birds call all day and night long.
I’ve collected dozens of shells on my morning runs and evening walks with Brian.
Fresh strawberries for breakfast, bought on the roadside of nearby Amelia Island.
This is where I started reading The Girl With The Pearl Earring.
And this is where I finished reading The Girl With The Pearl Earring. (I’m under the Big Agnes Three Forks Shelter
best beach shade ever).
A recent Nor’easter has churned up the water and hundreds of Cannonball Jellyfish float in the ocean and the nearby salt marshes or have drifted to shore.
Crabs scutter endlessly about.
The shores are perfect for seashell hunting.
This abandoned and rusted old chair intrigues me endlessly. How long has it been here? I call it ‘the ghost chair’ and I don’t dare sit down in it.
When the heat of the day gets to be too much we escape to the shade of the trees.
Sunset has not disappointed us yet. The cool breeze that blows in at dusk is always welcomed.
Watching the sunset over the salt marsh at our campsite.
Every once in awhile we find a place that we vow to come back to. Little Talbot Island is one of those places. Life is slow here, peaceful, and this island has been the perfect place to retreat to as we mourn the loss of our beloved dog Bear. It will be hard to leave.