I'd been to Cedar Key years ago and was anxious to once again see the funky little town at the end of the road. I also wanted to revisit the little campground where I had stayed as well. It was one of those places which lingered in your mind and kept asking for your return. We were lucky to get the last spot for a couple of nights.
When I say lucky, I'm not sure that was the correct term. The site seemed like an after thought it was so small! Luckily we were even smaller so we managed to fit in, but really, what were they thinking? The campground had changed hands over the years and the new people seemed only to be trying to squeeze as many ribs on the grounds as they could. The funky ambiance was gone. It was just wall to wall rigs, the old washrooms no longer the delightful surprise, but a sorry sight. Where was the maintenance, the care and the love the old owners had given the place?
Oh well, we headed into town and enjoyed some shopping and the yummy food overlooking the gulf. That was still as wonderful as ever!
That night the bottom fell out of the thermometer and we weren't ready! We damn nesr froze to death! Good thing we both had a warm body to cling to...!
Once we had thawed out the next day, we went for a hike up the road a ways where a trail led to some old shell mounds built by the indigenous people long ago. I suppose they had had a village nearby and had taken advantage of the shallow water to harvest the abundant shellfish for food. I had walked this trail on a previous visit and was pleased to find it in good shape.
It was soon time to move westward along the coast to see what else there was to explore.
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