Journal



#147 Wakulla Springs.

We’re here. This place was obviously a resort for wealthy people back in the 30s and 40s, and now it’s still fabulous, a huge mediterranean villa in the middle of nowhere, totally secluded (no TVs in the rooms here which is just FINE).

I waded into the FREEZING water up to my waist (almost), but Ben leapt from the high dive into the basin. He is obviously a crazy person.
There is so much natural history here. I feel like we’ve stepped back in time and I can’t imagine why this is so undiscovered or (or sadder still… forgotten). For now, we’re off to bed!