We’re
at Tomaka State Park. There’s a long legend about Chief Tomakie, but it’s
probably better to just google it to hear the story. But here’s a statue in
honor of the legend.
Back
in the 1700’s, this area was a big plantation owned by Richard Oswald. At the
time he produced indigo, rice, molasses, rum, sugar, and oranges. He was also
involved in the British side of negations after the American Revolution. To me,
the park seems like living on Gilligan’s Island. I keep waiting for Gilligan,
the professor, or Mary Ann to step out given all the palm trees, palmettos,
oranges, etc.
The
sights and sounds have been interesting. I don’t know how this woodpecker
doesn’t have a headache and stiff neck muscles from the violence of his
motions. I didn’t want to stand under him given all the bark that he was
knocking down.
Squirrels
can be quiet at times, but this one wasn't. Plus, I love how his tail twitches!
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