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
The Sign That Wouldn’t Stop Lying There are two kinds of brown highway signs in this world:the helpful ones… and the ones that gaslight you for years. Somewhere along a busy stretch of road in Enterprise, there’s a sign that confidently points toward a historic marker. We saw it once, followed it, and found nothing. … Read more
We didn’t leave early because we planned it that way.We left early because excitement wouldn’t let us sleep. By 4:19 a.m., the TV was still glowing, my son hadn’t slept at all, and I’d only managed a few half-dreams. We looked at each other, shrugged, and silently agreed: Let’s just go. A rental car waited … Read more