Thanksgiving family time – worth the risk

You know you’re desperate for a get-away when you toss your cat in the car and head out at the crack of dawn during a hurricane.

That’s what I did on November 10. My sister and her husband were going out of town for a wedding, and I was supposed to drive 339 miles to babysit my nephew and niece. However, Hurricane Nicole was slowly blowing her way up the Gulf Coast of Florida when I was scheduled to hit the road. I googled, “What wind speed can flip a car?” and “Is it dangerous to drive in a hurricane?” Google basically rolled its eyes.

Adrenaline-fueled, I took off slowly in the pitch black early morning through sheets of rain with 30 mph winds buffeting my little car and my cat, Ella, howling in the back seat. My body was so tense, I knew I would break into a million pieces if I crashed. After about an hour, the rain stopped and the sun came out, and I relaxed a bit. By noon, we had arrived and had time to decompress before the kids got home from school. Then the fun began.

Ella mainly camped out on the top bunk in Will’s room, but eventually she started exploring and interacting with the kids.

We played hard all weekend till their parents returned. And then I stuck around for two more weeks! With 14 animals depending on me at the farm, I rarely get to skip town. However, Wendi (the farm owner) was back for awhile and kindly took over my chores so I could enjoy a little vacation.

Highlights included hanging out at a state park, going to the beach, hiking, playing board games, and reading with the kids.

We celebrated Annesley’s 8th birthday a month early (rather than compete with Christmas), but it came with a couple disappointments. First, most of her friends were unavailable during the Thanksgiving weekend, so she ended up having only one party guest (plus the girl’s brother). Secondly, the kids were bursting with anticipation for the arrival of their cousins, but my brother called to tell us both his son and daughter had contracted the flu, so they cancelled their visit. Nevertheless, we played minute-to-win-it games, and Annesley had a great time.

Thanksgiving was lovely. My mom and her boyfriend, Ram, visited from The Villages. Ram is an estate-sale aficionado, frequently finding treasures that he passes on to us. This time, he brought a golf practice net, which was a big hit.

We set the table with our grandmother’s dishes and beautiful linens I had bought in India (with gift certificates from my students’ parents). I don’t exactly remember giving them to Megan … but whatever … it was nice to see them. I also gambled on a vegetarian “turkey” just for me; nobody else would have tolerated that. Turns out, it’s delicious!

I felt pretty special to make Annesley’s list of things she’s thankful for. (I’m Sha-Sha.)

At some point, I showed the kids how to use the Prisma app to play with photo filters. They went a little nuts with it, but some of their creations are fantastic.

Disclaimer: Hurricane Nicole had been downgraded to a tropical storm by the time I ventured into her bluster. Still pretty brave, I think. Or stupid. Anyway, it was worth the risk to hang out with this clan!

From shipping canal to nature corridor: the Cross Florida Greenway

Before moving to central Florida in June, I would look at maps and drone images online to get a sense of the area and speculate about where I wanted to live. This big swath of green intrigued me, but I never took the time to figure out what it was. 

From Google Maps

In recent months, I’ve driven under this bridge many times. Again, intrigued but too lazy to pursue any information.

I’ve seen this photo on many websites, but I couldn’t find the original owner.

Recently, I encountered the landmark in person while on a bike ride. I still don’t know many people here, so I used the Meetup app and joined a group to cycle for a couple hours on a paved path starting at the Santos Trailhead in Ocala. As we took off, the organizer, Robyn, said, “Let’s ride to the bridge and then turn around.” Which bridge? Everyone else seemed to know what she was talking about, so I didn’t ask for clarification. 

I pedaled alongside various members of the group, chatting and enjoying the scenery, until we arrived at “the bridge,” which turned out to be THE bridge. The Land Bridge is part of the Marjorie Harris Carr Cross Florida Greenway, and that greenway is the mysterious green swath I had noticed on the maps of this area. I excitedly dashed to the top of the hill and looked down at I-75 traffic zipping by below. It was a bit anticlimactic, but I resolved to learn more once I got home.

Turns out that green swath was actually meant to be a canal that would have bisected Florida to create a shipping channel from the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean. Ever since Spanish conquistador Pedro Menéndez de Avilés explored the coast of Florida in search of trade passages in the mid-1500s, “national and local leaders fought to secure funding and manpower to build a canal they believed would boost Florida’s economy and importance to global commerce,” according to a Florida State Parks sign on the east side of the bridge.

From a Florida State Parks sign.

In 1942, Congress authorized construction of a 107-mile canal to protect the U.S. shipping industry from Nazi submarines, but a lack of funding delayed construction for almost 30 years. In 1971, about eight years and $50 million into the project, President Richard Nixon signed an injunction to halt the canal. His decision was in part based on opposition by the Florida Defenders of the Environment, headed by local scientist and conservationist Marjorie Harris Carr.

I found an article in the New York Times archive that reported the end of the Cross Florida Barge Canal. In the article, Nixon said, ​​“The step I have taken today will prevent a past mistake from causing permanent damage. But more important, we must assure that in the future we take not only full but also timely account of the environmental impact of such projects, so that instead of merely halting the damage, we prevent it.”

In 1992, the canal property became the Cross Florida Greenway, a 110-mile linear state park. The park includes 70,000 acres of land and the country’s first Land Bridge over a major interstate, a corridor used by black bears and other wildlife. According to the Florida Hikes! website, construction on the Land Bridge started in 1999, and is at its core, “a giant planter, with 87-ton beams stretching 2,000 feet across I-75 to hold soil, rock, trees, native plants, and a watering system in a thousand-ton cradle of concrete and steel.”

The day of our bike ride, the only non-human I saw using the Land Bridge was this gopher tortoise. (While researching the Land Bridge, I spent an inordinate amount of time getting side-tracked by this cool animal. They dig burrows that are said to provide shelter for 360 other species of wildlife!)

Now that I have identified the mysterious green swath, I hope to spend more time there.