Many thanks to Mike Powers who directed us to CR 136 and then the Stephen Foster State Park in White Springs.
Historic White Springs.
Historic Suwannee Bicycle Club.
I would return two months later to discover that they fixed the sign.
Diane, my riding partner for the day.
Patricia and Crystal photograph us while we photograph them.
Mark and Alice in matching jerseys.
Excellent reflection photo of Mike, with Diane in his left eye and me taking
the photo in his right eye.
Efrain takes off to complete his metric century.
Historic White Springs Volunteer Fire Rescue.
Historic Suwannee Diner.
The main house and museum inside the park.
The centerpiece of the park is the Stephen Foster Memorial Carillon Tower.
The carillon, the world's largest tublar bell instrument,
plays concerts daily featuring the music of Foster
(the musician who wrote several popular folk songs including "Way Down Upon the Suwannee River".
No explanation needed, the sign says it all.
The river as seen from Bridge Street.
Stephen Foster brought the Suwannee River to the world with his song "Old Folks at Home",
which became Florida's official state song in 1935.
The infamous Suwannee River.
Explaining what the colored bands identify and the dates and feet that
accompany them.
The banners mark when and how high the river flooded. This year it went over 82 feet above sea
level.
This tree is debris which is rushing downstream in the flooded river.
There steps now lead into the river.
Self timer.
And these trees now appear to be growing out of the river.
Close-up of the rushing flooded river.
Old house which is now a B&B in White Springs.
Another beauty.
Diane, looking really good as she climbs yet another hill.
These pine trees lined CR 136 and kept the air fresh and clean smelling.
Baby trees.
Heading back towards Live Oak we crossed I-10 - which travels all the way
across the county to California.
Nice composition of wildflowers and pine trees.
A reminder that Republicans live in the panhandle.
Diane and Heidi reunited back at the Fair Grounds in Live Oak.
Gigantic pot of boiling corn on the cob.
Efrain and I enjoy our mid-afternoon snack.
I can't decide which photo I like better.
Clare enjoys her cob too.
Cute photo of Joyce.
A live oak in Live Oak.
Live music to go with our mid-afternoon snack.
Efrain and an Atlanta friend show me their century pins.