Friday, April 29, 2011

On Top of the State

My Dad and I were each close to finding our 500th geocache and we decided we wanted #500 to be the cache at the highest point in Florida.





Britton Hill is located in Lakewood, Florida, just South of the Alabama line and is the highest natural point in Florida.

At a whopping 345 feet it's the lowest high point of all 50 States.

Dad and I wandered down the hill to find a cache hidden in the woods and let me tell you - it was quite a hike getting back up that hill LOL



If you live anywhere else this would not be considered a hill. More like a slight upward slope.

They have a pretty little park where we had a picnic lunch and enjoyed the view.





Then we spent hours driving around the countryside, hunting geocaches, poking through old cemeteries, and enjoying the scenery.





I fell in love with this girl.



I wouldn't mind having one of these wandering around my yard.

We ventured over into Alabama and visited the Florala State Park.



It sits on Lake Jackson and is a beautiful area.

It was windy when we were there and there were whitecaps out in the lake. Not a great day for the paddle boats they rent there.

On our way home we stopped in an old cemetery and were looking for a cache hidden there.

Dad was up in a clump of trees when he went completely still and said "There's a Copperhead"

I was standing just outside of the trees and kept telling him to get out of there.

He continued standing perfectly still and when I asked what he was doing he said "Watching the snake"

Watching the snake? Get the hell out of there!!

He said the snake sat still for a minute, allowing him a good look at it and then it slid slowly under a tree branch laying on the ground.

Because I am snake phobic all chances of me looking for and finding that geocache
were over.

And I didn't want my Dad poking around up in there anymore either.

Thankfully, he's an intelligent man and knowing how poisonous Copperheads are he didn't argue with me when I suggested we stop looking for this cache and move on to another one.

Preferably, one without a Copperhead laying nearby.

We made our way home, stopping here and there to grab a cache and luckily we didn't run into any more snakes.

It was a wonderful day and we reached the highest point in Florida without breaking a sweat.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Paddle To The Sea

Have you heard of James Neal?

He's doing a 13,000 mile kayak trip to raise money for Save the Children.

He left Beck's Fish Camp on the Escambia River Friday morning and passed my parent's house about 9:30am on Monday.





He is paddling to Cedar Key then driving to Ft Cinch at the Fl/Ga border.

From there he plans to go up the East Coast, The Hudson River, Erie Canal and all 5 of the Great Lakes before coming down the Mississippi River and then back to Pensacola.

Good luck Jim! Godspeed.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Pelican Appreciation Day



Of all the birds in the northwest Florida area I have to say that the Brown Pelican is my absolute favorite.
























Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter



HE HAS RISEN!

I hope you all have a wonderful and blessed Easter!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

A Real Cast

The Youngest Island Boy is finally in a real cast.



They've kept him in a splint until now because of the pin in his arm but apparently at this point it's now ok to move into a cast.

And it's waterproof!

They wrapped his arm in gortex before they put the cast on and the gortex will dry, even under the fiberglass cast.

I can even hose it out when we come home from the beach to get any sand out.

Very cool.

Of course the day he got the cast put on we took him to the woods instead of the beach, which didn't make him happy.

He went swimming in the neighbor's pool yesterday and the inside of his cast was dry in about half an hour.

Ain't modern technology grand?

Friday, April 22, 2011

Hooters

Both of my boys have a fascination with the restaurant Hooters and are always asking us to take them there.

Not because of the food but because they want to see "hot girls."

The Youngest is a little young for hot girls but because he has an older brother, who talks about girls a lot, he wants to see hot girls too.

The other night the Island King decided he wanted some wings (at least that's the story I heard) and decided to take the boys to Hooters.

They were so excited and took showers - voluntarily - which NEVER happens.

When they got home the Youngest proudly showed me his sling which the waitresses signed.



And then showed me the picture their father took of them with the waitresses.



My first thought when I saw the picture was "That girl's boob is bigger than the Youngest's head. And he has a BIG head!"

I should probably be mad that my husband took my sons to look at boobs but I'm not.

I'm going to go with the "They went for the wings" story.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Decorah Eagles

I've spent too much time watching this lately.

These Eagles are known as the Decorah Eagles.

The Raptor Resource Project has a web cam set up near the Eagles nest in Decorah, Iowa and it is fascinating to watch them.

I'm spending more time watching her clean her nest than cleaning my own.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Get The BOY!!

Last Sunday was my niece's birthday and she wanted a girls only, make-up, nail polish, girlie party.

The Oldest Island Boy was going to spend the day playing paintball with his Dad, which meant that I needed to find somewhere for the Youngest Island Boy to hang out during the party.

My BIL took his boys to a go cart track for the afternoon but the since the Youngest has a broken arm he couldn't do that.

I called my Dad and he said to bring the Youngest by his house on my way to the party and they'd hang out.

My sister was cooking dinner for the whole family after the party so Dad said he'd bring the Youngest with him when he came out for dinner.

The party was a success and the girls had a great time.



My Dad and the Youngest showed up just before the party ended. They slipped into the kitchen to get some cake and one of the little girls spotted the Youngest.

I heard him say "Oh no" and then all of a sudden the girls were coming at him.

He took off running, out the door and across the backyard, chased by a gaggle of girls.

One of the girls was yelling "Get the boy!!" at the top of her lungs. Another was yelling that they were going to put makeup on him.

I ran after to save him but he'd run around the corner of the house and was trapped by the girls.



A few of the shy ones hung back but the rest of them had him cornered against the fence.

Luckily, my Dad had seen the whole thing and went out the front door, opened the gate to the back yard, snatched the Youngest Island Boy out of harm's way and then closed the girls back inside the yard.

They retreated to the dock - which they declared a No Girls Zone.



Except for me because I don't fall into the girl category as far as the Youngest is concerned.

On the way home he said "I don't know why I thought I wanted a girlfriend - that was terrifying!"

Poor kid.

But I'm sure he'll get over it and it won't be long before he wants a gaggle of girls chasing him.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Message In A Bottle

After our scouting trip into Point Washington we planned the geocache we wanted to hide, gathered everything we needed and went back the next day.

We're naming this cache Message in a Bottle and it's a multi-stage cache, meaning I post the coordinates for the first stage on geocaching.com and then once you find that cache it will contain the coordinates for the second cache.

We picked the name because the first stage is hidden at the head of Eastern Lake and that's as good a place as any for a bottle to wash up.



We had an old wine bottle with a rubber seal so we rolled up a log with the coordinates for the second stage on it and stuck it down in the bottle, attached to a wire with a hook on the end which will make the paper slide right out.





Then we bushwacked a short distance down an animal trail and hid the bottle in an old tree stump.

Now you see it.



Now you don't.



The second container is an ammo can that we hid at the head of the creek.




Up on high ground in a beautiful oak and pine hammock.



After we hid the can the Island King looked around and said "I think the clue for this one should be "fallen log".



Yeh, that'll be helpful.

We added a twist to this one and started the log sheet in the wine bottle with 3 words - I Am Lost...

Each person who finds the cache is supposed to write 3 more words and then post them on the website so I can put together a running story.

You know, a message in a bottle.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Silent Sunday

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Training Wheels

We were driving along Hwy 98 the other day and I noticed the car in front of us.

It looked like it had training wheels.



We got a little closer and could see that the car was being towed by a much smaller car.



You couldn't see the car or the trailer - just the wheels sticking out each side.

Too bad most of the drivers I see on the road don't have training wheels.

They need them.

Friday, April 8, 2011

I Don't Get This One

I get Spam emails all day long. Most of them tell me I've won millions in some Nigerian lottery or a long lost relative has left me a fortune.

It's easy to see the catch - I send them my personal information and then they steal my idenitity, wipe out my bank account or both.

But I got this email yesterday and I still don't get it.


FREE HEROIN SHIPPING!

1. Heroin, in liquid and crystal form.
2. Rocket fuel and Tomohawk rockets (serious enquiries only).
4. New shipment of cocaine has arrived, buy 9 grams and get 10th for free.

Everebody welcome, but not US citizens, sorry.

ATTENTION. Clearance offer. Buy 30 grams of heroin, get 5 free.

Please contact: wlim@daedae.org

PHONE 0093(0)4765481
FAX 0093(0)4485291

Afghanistan


Obviously, these people are not going to send me herion, cocaine or Tomohawk rockets so I don't get the scam.

If I call the number will someone take my credit card number under the pretense of sending me the goods?

Does the DEA answer the phone, take your order and then show up at your door?

The scary thing is that there are probably people out there who would believe that you can order herion or rockets through an email and that it would actually show up in your mailbox.

I wanted to call the number just to see what happens but the Island King had a fit and says the last thing we need is to call them, putting our number in their database.

He's probably right.

Still, I'm curious - do people really believe this kind of stuff?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Murder in Pensacola

I've always been a genealogy bug and lately I've started digging out old pictures and poking through my family tree.

Obviously, I started with the big event in the tree - which I've always been interested in.

My great, great grandfather was a sailor in the Austrian Navy during the 1800s.



No one knows why he picked Pensacola but he mustered out of the Navy and went to work on the docks of Pensacola Bay.

His last name was Biscupovic but that was hard for those he worked with to pronounce and it often caused problems with his paychecks.

The crews working the wharves at that time were a mixed group, made up mostly of Black, Indian and Mulatto men and they began calling him "White Man."

The name stuck and he officially changed his name and became John White.

It's well known among family members that he always regretted changing his name.

In April of 1879 he opened a store down on the docks. At first he sold boots, raingear, seamen's shirts and other garb worn by the dock workers.

His store grew and by 1905 was a thriving men's wear store.

And then tragedy struck.

On Wednesday, July 19, 1905 this was the headline in the Pensacola News Journal.



Just before 5:00, on the afternoon of July 18th, people on the street heard 5 gunshots coming from John White's store.

The local constable happened to be close by and along with two other men, rushed in and found James White, son of John, covered in blood and wrestling with the gunman.

The newspaper says that James yelled "Take him Mr. Guyler, I don't whether he has killed me or not!"

The constable and others grabbed the shooter and wrestled the revolver from his hand.

The gunman, William F. Williams, was hurried away to the County jail as the others took in the scene before them.

According to the newspaper, John White was sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, foot propped on the foot rest customers used when trying on shoes.

His son, James was standing just back and to the left of his father.

Edward Dansby, a clerk in the store, was showing a customer some men's clothing while a second clerk, James Nix, was in another part of the store with a different customer.

White's two younger sons, Edward and Thomas were in the office of the store.

Williams walked into the store, passed the customer, walked up to John White and without a word, pulled out a Smith and Wesson 38 revolver and shot him twice. Once in the chest and once in the neck.

He then shot James White and Edward Dansby. He shot at James Nix who dodged the bullet and hid behind a counter.

"It was all done in the twinkling of an eye"

Though badly wounded, James grabbed Williams and was wrestling with him when the Constable ran in.

James and Edward Dansby were immediately taken to the hospital.

The cause of the shooting is said to be because John White suspected Williams of stealing and asked the Constable to look into the matter. The Constable discovered that the merchandise was being sold in a store in the north part of the County and he too suspected Williams.

John White confronted Williams, who denied the accusations. White decided there wasn't enough evidence against Williams and dropped the matter.

Williams left the store and went to a local bar. Reports state that several people saw him drink quite a bit and ramble on about White falsely accusing him.

He returned to the store and the rest is history.

A Pensacola News Journal reporter interviewed Williams just a few hours after the shooting and his first question to the reporter was "Is John White dead?"

The reporter told him yes and he asked the same question several more times.

Then he said "John White was the best friend I ever had. He helped me out of trouble. If he had kept other people out of his business and had not listened to them I would never have done it. It is not him I was after, it was other parties. They drove me to it."

This happened about 5:00 in the afternoon and at 8:00 that night a "Coroner's Jury" had been selected and they all went to the scene of the crime.

Several witnesses were called and gave their testimony of the events that had happened that afternoon.

Late that evening, Edward Dansby died from his wound.

James White recovered.

Exactly one month later Williams was put on trial for the murder of John White. During that trial it was to be decided if he was to be tried for the murder of Edward Dansby after the White trial.

The headlines from the Pensacola News Journal tell the story of William Williams's fate.



He was found guilty of murder in the first degree and sentenced to life in prison.

It took the jury just over an hour to make their decision.

It was decided that since he would already be spending the rest of his life in jail that there was no need to try him for Ed Dansbury's murder.

I was fascinated with this story as a teenager so I spent several days poking through old courthouse records.

Which is where I found this.



This is a copy of the actual piece of paper that the jury handed to the judge, declaring their guilty verdict.

I couldn't believe that piece of paper was still in a file folder in the basement of the Court House.

After his death, John White's four sons took over the store and it stayed in business for many years.

Our family continued to grow and today the story of John White is a sad but interesting part of my family history.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

More Point Washington Exploring

After spending so much time in Point Washington lately I decided that I want to hide a geocache somewhere in there.

The Island King loves to hide caches and so he jumped at the chance to spend the afternoon out there finding a good hiding spot.

We've never been to the Point Washington Field Office so today we stopped by.





I'm fascinated with fire towers and even though I'm deathly afraid of heights I believe I would climb to the top of one if given the opportunity.



We talked to a Forest Ranger about the roads and trails but surprisingly they don't have very good maps. At least not maps the public can buy.

He admitted that it was easy to get turned around in there - which made me feel good.

Once we left we drove into the Forest, turning here and there, looking for a good place to hide a geocache.

The Island King wants to make this one a little harder and wants people to have to bushwack in somewhere to get it.

We're riding along real slow when he stops and says "Look at that trail - it looks like there might be a little clearing up in there"



I don't see a trail.

But before I know it we're plowing through the brush.



If there wasn't a trail before there's one now.

And sure enough, there was a little clearing up in there.





We both decided that this would be swamp after a heavy rain and that's not a good place to put a cache. So back out we went.

We ran into a dead end on another road and the Island King decided to trek on in and look around.



I chose to wait out on the road this time.

The woods closed behind him and he was gone.



The boys didn't want to beat through the brush again either and chose to throw rocks on the road.





And yes, that's my "boy" throwing rocks and swinging his broken arm all over the place.

The doctor did say he could use it as much as he could stand it.

I wonder if this is what the doctor had in mind when he said that.

It was quite a while later but the Island King finally came busting out of the woods.



There's not much of anything up in there and it's not a good spot for the cache he tells me.

Good. I wasn't looking forward to hacking my way up in there.

So we drove on and finally came to the end of the road.

This is the head of Eastern Lake, one of our rare coastal lakes.



We could see where the trail picked back up and where there used to be a foot bridge but today it's just a dead end.



So we followed a trail up around the head of the lake and crossed over the spring that feeds that lake.









It's gorgeous down in there.

Look at the size of these old pine trees.



We found a good spot for our cache but changed the plan a little and are going back soon to put the cache out.

I could wander around in there every day.

As long as the truck is close by and I don't get lost in the dark.