I have been seeking refuge in this piece of Florida paradise perched on the ocean’s edge for four decades.
And it was wonderful to be back in Anastasia State Park for three quiet, restful days.
When I first started camping at Anastasia, the park roads were still dirt and there was little traffic noise coming in off A1A.
There was just the luxury of being able to wake up to the sound of nearby Atlantic waves beating against the sand.
And with every visit I feel like I’m seeing something new. A place of infinite shades and aspects and angles.
And even the morning sun lighting up my tent reveals glimpses of what awaits outside.
The Ancient Dune Trail.
The Marsh Trail.
And of course the Atlantic overpowering it all.
Just strolling about is an adventure.
An explosion of light and shadow and mystery.
Even though I’ve walked these trails many times before.
And hopefully will do so many more times to come.
I have camped in the Rockies, the Appalachians, on Mt. Rainier, Mt. Washington and many other places.
But I keep returning to Anastasia.
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