Hmmm. What's that plant we are seeing so often on the Palmetto Trail?

We left Soren and Sebastian (I mean, Atlanta) in the cold of winter and drove 350 miles south and east to the Atlantic coast and summer. What a change in a short period of time! But, that’s the fun of things.

The campground here at Crooked River State Park is exceptionally nice (except for our neighbors who have this yappy little ankle biter that they allow to bark—jeesh do I dislike dog owners).

Vicky (our trip planner) found this place and chose it because there were hikes here—our usual criteria for whether we go to a campground.

[I noticed today that in our 2 ½ years of marriage, Vicky and I have now stayed at 80 DIFFERENT campgrounds (some, of course multiple times, but I didn’t count multiple stays). 80? Holy Entrance Fees, Batman!]

The hike today was 5.5 miles with no elevation gain. More of a walk than a hike. But oh we'll--we are in Florida after all, not in New Mexico.

So, we aren’t knocking it by any means. Like most places we visit, somebody had pride in this place, and designed hikes to show off the beauty of the park. We appreciate that. The trails were well marked, and the hike showed us a different part of our glorious country than we had seen before.

 

All along the trails we saw a plant that looked like a palm frond. One of the trails was named the “Palmetto” trail. As we walked along, we asked each other: “I wonder what this plant is called?” While on the PALMETTO trail. “We’ll have to look it up on the internet when we get back home,” we said to each other as we were walking along on the PALMETTO trail

Finally! We had an aha moment! I’ll bet that plant is a ………are you ready……..a PALMETTO! See! Even though we are old our minds are like steel………..uh……….uh….Oh yeah!.....Steel traps! We figured it out that these as Palmetto plants. Don't even think of trying to get anything past us.

At that moment we made another commitment to our marriage. Clearly we cannot function effectively on our own, and can only hang on with our fingernails when we are together.

Along the way we saw a baby raccoon.

And, the first of these I had ever seen (except at Disneyworld in the “It’s a Bug’s Life” show) a gung beatle:

 

I wanted to tell him that I was getting roast beef tonight, but I was afraid he’d feel bad that all he was getting was dung. So, I exhibited an unusual amount of restraint and merely took his picture.

 

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