Saturday, November 7, 2015

Jacksonville & vicinity



Jacksonville
 June 2011


          It’s our Spring Break!  A bit late, since we weren’t able to make schedule connections earlier.  But it’s technically still Spring.  We’re off to visit friend Caroline – we met on our Provence river cruise two years ago – using frequent-credit-card miles for free United flights.  Tight connections on our flights (due to several changes in flight times), so we pack light with just carry-on; Caroline promised needed supplies at her end.  Looking forward to meeting her new Goldendoodle puppy, we’re advised to keep things out of her reach.  We’re leaving our own babies behind: newly hatched finches atop a wreath on the front door (they’ve flown the nest by our return).  We arrange a rental car so Caroline won’t feel chained to us the whole time as our guide.  But some trouble finding directions from JAX airport via MapQuest or GPS; does she live in some kind of “Area 51” secret government location?  Some record-pushing heat here just before we leave, will it be cooler in Jacksonville?

Thursday, June 9:
A steamy day in Albany after thunderstorms last night.  10am departure (pretty civilized for us) to Dulles, on-time and flight #2 delayed a bit so no trouble making the connection.  About on time into JAX at 2:15.  Budget car is a deep red Hyundai Sonata, roomier than the expected compact and comfy for the 400 miles of driving we do.  My first photos: documenting some scratches and scrapes on the car.  A lovely PM in J’ville, aka “Where Florida Begins” and “First Coast.”   
An hour drive south to Caroline’s, past the city and nuclear plant cooling towers (also seen as the plane came in), over a pretty bridge, views of such Floridiana as palm trees and waterways.  Some confusion with directions cleared up via cellphone, Caroline (and Dolly) meet us by the gate to her community: Riverwood (within the larger area of Nocatee); and she had alerted gate personnel that we were “OK” visitors.  




New Hampshire Inn



New Hampshire Inn
July 2012



          Back in 1983 we did a New Hampshire trip w/ Uncle Bill.  Matt (then 7), enjoyed the motel pool; and there was a little boy who could walk along the bottom!  Matt struck up friends w/ another boy and his nice dog; they buried a dead bird behind the motel (“Here Lies Pidgie”).  A visit to Clark’s Trading Post w/ trained bears, I’m picked to be part of a medicine show.  Franconia Notch and Old Man of the Mountain (now gone!).