Three Rivers State Park, Sneads, Florida
This morning’s view
There are actually 3 tents enjoying the near freezing morning temperatures. Brrrrrr!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUCE!!! Today is Blaine’s baby brother’s (by 2 years) birthday!
I have a riddle for you!
When is a time change, not a time change?
When you move from Eastern to Central and there’s a Daylight Saving Time change!
So yesterday, when we arrived it was 3:30. But it was really 2:30. But tonight, everyone (except Arizona) experiences a Spring Ahead. So when we go out for church in the morning 10:30 our time will also be 10:30 their time. So we’ll be right. And on time. Soooo confusing! Just tell me I don’t have to change anything, then I’ll be happy. 😊
We’ll be in Central until April 23rd, then it’s back to Eastern for us, and at that time we’ll Spring Ahead to catch up with everyone. All that said, remember that if you want to call, we’ll be an hour behind you for a few weeks. We’ll try to remember that too. 😊
It’s cold again this morning, so we stayed holed up until after lunch once again.
Our intention was to kayak, but it was too windy, making the water too choppy for our inflatable. So we biked and hiked instead. Riding around this Park requires more shifting as there are hills here. Some little, some not so little. I got winded a few times during our 5-mile excursion, but I made it! Well, except for this one small area where I gave up for a bit without even trying. But with Blaine’s encouragement, I got back on and pedaled the rest of the way. Yeah!
Checking out the water after riding down a long hill to get here
It was overcast for a while today
Our walk was much less eventful. It was like they had this Park and said, “We need to put in some trails.”, so they added a random walk-around-in-the-woods-for-two-miles trail. There was nothing to take pictures of, other than the first one I took. The entire trail looked like that.
Here it is.
Our one and only picture of the actual trail
However, Blaine provided some excitement when he decided to save a tree! Early on, we came to a road block. It appeared that a dead branch had fallen onto two young live trees. One was unsalvageable as the trunk was broken, but the other was simply bent by the weight and tied to the other tree by vines. He (with a tiny bit of help from me) untangled the mess and started the bent tree on its way to the sky once again with a push.
There’s my big, strong man!
We passed by this and left the trail for a minute
Back home, Blaine returned to his work, securing places for us to live.
We had planned on trying a local restaurant tonight. I found it on Tripadvisor. “Ministry and BBQ”. Whadayathink of that name? Anyway, according to reviews, they have the best ribs, yeast rolls and cinnamon rolls! Everything is made from scratch! The catch is, they’re only open Thursday, Friday and Saturday, so today was our only chance. Just to make sure they were open, I called. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz . . . . over and over. So I looked up the Sneads library. There is none. Sad. So I called the Post Office. The guy never heard of the place. Now, our only option was Pizza Hut. Can you believe it? It’s the only restaurant in town. And it’s strictly carry out. Now that’s a small town!
I had an address for the BBQ joint. It’s now a hair salon. Who knows for how long. Evidently at least a year and a half, because the postal worker’s been employed here for that long.
Pizza Hut had signs up telling a brief story of how they started. We had no idea! Time for you to know, too!
Pizza Hut was founded in 1958 by brothers Dan and Frank Carney in their hometown of Wichita, Kansas. When a friend suggested opening a pizza parlor—then a rarity—they agreed that the idea could prove successful, and they borrowed $600 from their mother to start a business with partner John Bender. Renting a small building at 503 South Bluff in downtown Wichita and purchasing secondhand equipment to make pizzas, the Carneys and Bender opened the first Pizza Hut restaurant; on opening night, they gave pizza away to encourage community interest. A year later, in 1959, Pizza Hut was incorporated in Kansas, and Dick Hassur opened the first franchise unit in Topeka, Kansas.
In 1990 Pizza Hut opened its first restaurant in Moscow. Russians’ pizza of choice, “Moskva,” a pie topped with sardines, tuna, mackerel, salmon, and onion, became a favorite at the Moscow Pizza Hut. The Moscow location quickly established itself as Pizza Hut’s highest volume unit in the world. ~ taken from encyclopedia.com (there’s an abundance of additional information if you’re interested)
Oh. And the brothers named it “Pizza Hut” because their sign only had room for 8 letters. 😊
We took a walk to enjoy the sunset. There’s a bench just down the trail from our backyard. Ahhhhh…… so peaceful. We watched a huge flock of birds swarming. More on that in another post – and better video too, I hope!
Doesn’t it look like Fall?
Sunset on Seminole Lake
And then, after we got home, Blaine was flipping through channels and ran across a movie getting ready to start with host “Svengoolie”. It reminded us of the “Ghoulardi” in Cleveland, so we watched for a bit. The movie was to be about a boy and his not-so-nice piano teacher and the boy’s nightmare. It was called “5,000 Fingers of Dr. T” delivered to the public in 1953. Even when I tell you, you won’t believe who wrote it – the story, screenplay and lyrics (it was sort of a musical) were written by none other than . . . . .
Dr. Seuss!
Here’s how Imdb describes it: A young boy travels to an imaginary world where, assisted by his family’s plumber (because his mom’s single), he must save other piano playing kids like himself from the dungeons of his dictatorial piano teacher who also mind-controls his mother.
It was the good doctor’s only offering to Hollywood. Probably a good thing after watching the first few minutes of the movie. It was just weird. Weird in a different way than his books. Just plain weird.
TOTAL HIKING MILES: 3
Year to Date: 193.5
Daily Average: 2.80