On the move again. This time back north to St. Augustine. We were sad to leave the cool, natural beauty of Sebastian State Park. Between the Atlantic Ocean and the Indian River there was always something to see. The only drawback, especially for PJ, was the stinking no-seeums. They really cause a reaction for her.
We crossed back over the bridge at midday and cruised the A1A up to Cocoa Beach where we got onto the I-95 for an hour and a half of nondescript freeway driving until we reached our exit at Butler Beach. Bryn Mawr is a typical pack ‘em in like sardines RV park but at least it’s right on the beach. As we were pulling through the gate where the arm raises up, the guy in front of us with an extra huge fifth wheel trailer took out the post that holds the key card reader that opens the gate. It took them a few minutes to clear the scene then we went in and parked ourselves up then took a walk on the wide sandy beach.
The St. Augustine area has the large beaches where they allow cars to drive on the sand. They keep them up on the higher ground but you still have to keep an eye out for passing vehicles. Cali was feeling pretty sporty and headed straight to the shore to wade in the cool sea. She didn’t go in very deep, but for her to be excited about getting wet at all is unusual these day and fun when it happens. The three of us strolled about a mile to the north then turned around and headed back. We hooked up and relaxed for the night.