Florida is weird.
Their street system consists of numbered avenues and streets broken down by directional indicators. But most of the time it doesn’t make any sense. I was driving through some far-out country today and passed 122d Terrace. What city grid had that particular chicken yard on it? In Miami the streets randomly change direction and number based on what municipality you’re in. So, NW 103d St in Miami will randomly switch to E 49th St when you cross into Hialeah even though there’s no indication of crossing any sort of imaginary line.
Hell, the other day I came across S 102d St N. Chew on that for a while.
Took a drive through the country today. Made a short detour to Yankeetown – because I just couldn’t pass up a chance to visit a place called Yankeetown. And on the way to Yankeetown passed through a place proudly calling itself Crackertown. That’s two good times for the price of one!
Saw an Indian mound complex, climbed a shell midden out in the piney woods, wandered around Cedar Key and wondered why it wasn’t a ghost town with the same story as Sunbury and Frederica. Spent lots of time driving through flatlands, mesmerized by the beauty of a place where everything’s so green. Wondered at one point why there weren’t any flowers and turned a corner to see hundreds of little yellow wildflowers carpeting the shoulder. Found a couple of cactii growing amidst pines and palms and puzzled over that for a while.
I like the shore well enough. But give me a piney woods alongside a marshy creek with a couple of palm trees to shade under and I am a happy man.