The road to Pensacola crawled that morning. Dusty and I had already conquered every cup of coffee the truck could carry before we finally reached the causeway that led into Gulf Islands National Seashore. Traffic melted away as white dunes swallowed the skyline, and the Gulf turned the color of polished glass. Somewhere under a … Read more
A Promise Written in Stone There’s a bend in the road where the forest thins just enough to reveal a little red building. It’s quiet here—peaceful, even—but something about the place hums with old energy.That’s the Seneca Schoolhouse Museum, built in 1866 from the same fiery red sandstone that gave the Smithsonian Castle its fairytale … Read more
Black Rock Mill doesn’t shout for attention.It waits — stone-still, tree-shadowed — tucked deep in the woods along Seneca Creek.If you stumble upon it at the right hour, it almost feels like you’ve found something you weren’t meant to see. This was my twelfth stop of the day, long after my feet had started to … Read more