My beau and I look for unique and different activities, and sometimes we come across some pretty out-of-the ordinary sites.
This past weekend, we took a trip to Bushnell, Florida, located in the central part of the state. It was founded in 1885 and incorporated in 1911. It was named after the man who brought the railroad to the town, John W. Bushnell. It has a population of about 2,300 and it has a rural setting.
The Dade Battlefield Historic State Park is here, and the park was our main destination. We found many interesting demonstrations, historic attire, natural features, and an historic reenactment, all of which we learned a lot about and piqued our growing interest in Florida history.
We arrived at the park in the late morning. The sun was out and the sky partly cloudy. It was a cool 45 degrees Fahrenheit. As long as we walked and stayed as much in the sun as possible, it was not too unbearable.
We parked the car in a large mowed field and walked to the gate.
Our first stop was the concession stand, where we had hot hamburgers and French fries. We both got a can of cold ginger ale, but I slipped mine in my purse; it was much too frosty for me on a cool day!
As we sat at a picnic table in a gazebo and ate, we couldn’t help but hear a very loud talking man two tables over. He was regaling and bragging about his encounters and experiences with kilts and old women poking their umbrellas at his kilts to sneak peeks underneath. The woman to whom he was giving his monologue, kept giggling. Incessantly giggling.
It was time to walk off our lunch, since the main event was still over an hour away.
My beau and I found a dirt path that led to a forest of pines, oaks, and palms.
There was evidence of a fire, since many of the trees were blackened and some felled. In the following photograph, you can see the blacked edges of a fan palm.
We continued along the path, remarking about the various vegetation and enjoying the absence of any 21st century noise, only the breeze rippling through some oak leaves and birds chirping above. This stand of palms caught my eye, and I was surprised at how green the fronds were in contrast to the brown tree trunks.
The air temperature was growing warmer, so the chill was practically gone. As we walked back to civilization and back to the activity in the park, my beau spied these horse hoof prints. By my reckoning, it seemed the horse was cantering.
Tomorrow: Dade’s Battle!
Articles in the Dade Battlefield State Park series by Susan Marie Molloy
Dade Battlefield State Park: Morning Meditation: Fan Palm
Dade Battlefield State Park: Nature
Dade Battlefield State Park: Dade’s Battle!
Dade Battlefield State Park: Up Close with the Seminoles, Soldiers, and Trappers
Dade Battlefield State Park: Outtakes and Updates
Dade Battlefield State Park: Going Home
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