We walked to the beach then went in search of a certain bike rental shop. That walk, along what is surely the most desolate proof that the nation's housing bubble is *still* not over, at least in FL, felt like a 40-day desert test. No shade, no bench, no eye candy. If anything, every 500 feet, crappy and mcmansion-y houses were for sale, starting prices a hallucinogenic $700K.
But then we finally got there, signed the rental papers, and zipped off on an electric bike-scooter. The rest of the afternoon was fun in Fort Clinch State Park, where we ran around the fort (thankfully hands-off in its tourist philosophy) and then stalked armadillos and bobcats in the lush forest nearby.
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