170 Years, Nearly Gone Just off Interstate 75 in Sumter County, Florida—close enough to hear the hum of traffic—there’s a small fenced patch of land that most people never notice. And for a long time, almost no one did. Wild Cow Prairie Cemetery is one of the oldest burial grounds in the county, established in … Read more
A Wrong Turn with a Long Shadow We weren’t looking for a border. Dusty and I were trying to find a park—one she remembered visiting years ago with her mom, back when memories still came with voices attached to them. The GPS sent us to an RV resort that definitely wasn’t it. But instead of … Read more
Oriole Ghost Town | Forgotten Friday There are places in Florida that don’t announce themselves. No signposts.No ruins rising dramatically from the ground.Just a quiet stretch of forest that feels… heavier than it should. Oriole is one of those places. Hidden deep within the Withlacoochee State Forest, Oriole was once a living, working community—built on … Read more
Little Talbot Island State Park isn’t a place that demands your attention. It doesn’t greet you with grand entrances or neatly packaged stories. There are no towering ruins or dramatic placards spelling out why you should care. It simply waits—quietly—behind dunes and maritime forest, letting the tide do what it has always done. For us, … Read more
Introduction: Where the River Still Waits There are places that vanish quietly, and then there are places like Ellaville—towns that don’t disappear so much as sink. Tucked along a bend of the Suwannee River, Ellaville was once one of Florida’s most prosperous lumber towns. In the late 1800s, steam whistles echoed through the trees, steamboats … Read more
There are places you stumble across once and never forget.And then there are places that call you back. Giddens Homestead Cemetery is the latter for me. Hidden deep in the Florida woods, this small pioneer cemetery has been part of my life for nearly a decade. I found it long before I understood the story … Read more
Some places don’t announce themselves.They wait. Kingsley Plantation sits quietly on Fort George Island near Jacksonville, Florida—white walls softened by time, palm trees standing like sentinels, the river moving along as if nothing ever happened here. At first glance, it feels calm. Preserved. Almost peaceful. But peace can be deceptive. This stop came during my … Read more
Some roads don’t fade quietly.Some stop mid-sentence. Stretching nearly a thousand feet across the dark, tannin-stained waters of the Suwannee River, the Hillman Bridge stands rusting and silent—an abandoned steel giant that once promised connection and now leads only into forest. We didn’t set out to find it first. On our way to scout the … Read more
Some places don’t announce themselves. They don’t have visitor centers or iron gates or tidy rows of matching stones. They sit quietly behind trees, letting the world grow up around them, waiting to see who notices. McGeachy Cemetery is one of those places. Despite driving through this Hernando County neighborhood countless times, I had never … Read more
Some places announce themselves with open doors, guided tours, and gift shops buzzing with voices.Others ask you to slow down, stand outside the gate, and listen harder. The Mission Nombre de Dios is one of those places. We arrived early—too early, as it turned out. The gates were still closed, the gift shop locked, and … Read more