|Centre Street -- minus the cars, it almost could've been the Wild West era. Lots of interesting buildings in the 50-block historic district. We played tourist, walking around with camera and guidebook.|
It turned out to be a great week. The first thing we had to do was recalibrate our idea of "old" from St Augustine, where we spent almost as much of our time in the 17th century as the 21st. Although Fernandina traces its history back to French explorer Jean Ribault in 1562, and has been under 8 (!!) flags since that time, most of the structures in the historic district date from the period of the town's greatest prosperity 1875-1900. We spent over 3 hours in the local museum -- I love visiting these kind of museums, love the stories small towns tell about themselves.
In town, there was music, farmer's market, good meals in local restaurants, and friends. We also had plenty of time to unwind watching sunrises and sunsets; most mornings' coffee and evenings' sundowners were spent quietly in the cockpit. We had several dolphin visits (once including a BABY, how cool!). One day was windy and blustery enough to confirm my opinion of the anchorage, as it was rough enough that we would've gotten soaked going ashore, so we did nothing but sit around reading trashy novels and then making a simple dinner. Still, by the end of a week we were ready to move on. When the next weather opportunity came, we were up at sunrise and out the inlet, setting our course due north.
|Peaceful sunset from the anchorage|
|There are several pirate statues around town. This one is for my friend Greg, who does a mean blue-eyed Jack Sparrow impression -- the statue has blue eyes!|
|Gettin' our Jimmy Buffett fix -- friend Hambone and his mother came to visit our boat.|
|Moonrise over town|
|We were moored behind this odd structure. Depending on who you asked, they are either marine archaeologist explorers, or treasure hunters, looking for wrecks in the area, which was a popular harbor with Spanish galleons.|
|Celebrating EIGHT cancer-free years in the Palace Saloon, oldest bar in Florida.|
|We made it back to the museum on our last day, participating in a little pirate skit to kick off a tour by Roads Scholars (educational travel group for seniors) (photo by Joy Sheppard)|