For the first time since I started working, I've had weekends off on a regular basis this summer. That has left us trying to find something new to do every week, which is why we keep traveling to these out of the way historic sites. Today, it was Ormond Beach and the Bulow Sugar Plantation Ruins.
The day didn't exactly go smoothly. First, Becky missed our exit off I-95 and we argued about how to get back. We drove over to the coast to catch A1A because I knew the road we needed would connect somewhere. Too bad it wasn't marked. We drove past it two or three times and then decided just to have our picnic lunch by the beach. Paul destroyed his diaper and filled the car with a pleasant odor, and I had to wash his pants in the ocean so he would have something to wear. When we finally found the turn, we drove down this tiny backwoods road to the park, only to discover there was a $3 parking fee. Honestly, who carries cash? Most of the parks we've been to require it, and the last time, we had to dig through the car to find every nickel and dime we had just to pay... so you would think we would learn. Nope. We had to drive back out and find a grocery store, and we missed the turn again and had to drive another mile out of the way to turn around. But we did make it, and of course our camera's battery died after about three pictures. Yeah. But we did get this:
It was Florida's largest sugar plantation back in the day, and the ruins were pretty impressive. Paul enjoyed running down the paths. As you can see in the picture he's in full sprint... though I'm sure Great-Grandma Steele could probably still outrun him. The plantation shut down in the 1830's after the Seminole Indians killed everyone. I guess it was one of the few times the natives came out on top, and that's why today it's the Florida State Seminoles instead of the FSU Sugar Farmers.
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