As hinted in the first installment of this series, the third day of our trip was the one where we tackled all of St. Augustine's more reputable tourist traps - the Fountain of Youth, the St. Augustine Lighthouse, and Fort Matanzas! I decided to pass on the local Ripley's Believe It or Not museum. Shrunken heads aren't really my bag.
After doing some more shopping on St. George Street, we set off to visit the famed Fountain of Youth! This was supposedly the landing spot of Ponce de Leon, who is credited with having discovered the North American continent. It's also the location of a ground spring that he drank out of and credited his relatively long and healthy life (before his death by poison arrow). Cherry and I each drank a small cup of water from the Fountain of Youth - it's has a pretty pungent rotten-egg sulfur-like flavor.
Besides the actual fountain, there were two other major exhibits at the Fountain of Youth. There was a presentation of the first 100 years of Spanish exploration in the Americas, which featured the large, luminous, fully operational rotating globe to the left. The other was also an interesting presentation inside what they claim to be the only functional manual planetarium in the country. This presentation was of particular interest to me because it featured a discussion on how people in the old days used the stars for navigation. Basically, their charts indicate which star will be directly over the destination at a particular time, so they just have to point their ship in the direction of that star for a duration of time around that... uh... time. I've always known that they used the stars some way to navigate, but after the presentation, it was kind of like, "Why didn't I think of that?"
In addition to the exhibits, there was a little park on the excavation grounds which had life size statues of Ponce de Leon (who was around 4'11") as well as the chief of the friendly Indian tribe (i.e. the one that didn't shoot him in the leg with a poison arrow), the Timucuans (who was around 7' - a giant!). It also had a large number of normal and white peacocks!After visiting the Fountain of Youth, we headed back downtown in hopes of having some chicken wings at the Milltop Tavern (the bar me and my friends visited every time we came to St. Augustine during my undergrad years). We had wings here the last time Cherry and I came to St. Augustine, as well, so our hopes were pretty high. However, after we had ordered our drinks, we noticed that the service was really slow and we were running short on time. I apologized to the waitress (who had an attitude about it - I wonder if she was the same waitress that demanded a higher tip from our group back in 2000?) and we left. Instead of the wings, we had lunch again on the grounds of Castillo de San Marcos (more bologna and steak sauce sandwiches!).
Next, we headed to the Lighthouse. Again, some more educational stuff - like the difference between a lighthouse and a light station (it turns out that this one was actually a light station because it was a full facility where the keepers could live with their families). We also learned that every lighthouse in the world has a Daymark (the actual physical pattern - in this case the spiraling black stripes and the red top) as well as a Nightmark (the beam pattern that flashes at night and in fog) that established it from every other lighthouse in the world.
The original post was merely a tower without a beacon. The current lighthouse itself was actually rebuilt about 150 years ago. It rises about 165 ft above sea level, and is quite a climb - not so much that it is tiring (we've hiked overnight mountains that were some 10 miles of pretty steep trails), but it was pretty scary at the top, with the swirling winds. The photo to the right doesn't really do the actual height of the lighthouse justice.
Our final stop would be Fort Matanzas, the protector of the "back door" of St. Augustine. It's a small fort with a few sentry towers and a gun deck, but the site also serves as a monument of the massacre of French forces by the Spanish here in 1565. The name "Matanzas" itself translates loosely to "massacre". We came to Fort Matanzas on a bad day though - the weather, again, was perfect, but the ferry was out of commission, so we couldn't actually go to the fort itself. You can barely see it in this picture (it's way in the back, on the other side of the inlet). We settled for the nature walk and the Junior Ranger badge (notice the two badges on Cherry's sweatshirt - one for Castillo de San Marcos and one for Fort Matanzas!).So, that concluded our educational roadtrip to the Oldest City in America! Make sure you visit the entire photo album on my Facebook here!














































