A week later and I'm at it again. A week later and I'm still not up until noon. Hey, I have a real job too ;) Unfortauntely, noon isn't a great time to venture out in Florida; some of the reasons are obvious (heat, humidity, crowds) and some are... well, sometimes I forget what the skys look like in July at noon:
Heading west from Sanford on Highway 46.
After a quick bite at Firehouse to let the worst of the front come down, we headed to the south entrance to the Seminole State Forest on 46. It was still drizzling, but nothing that would prevent us from trekking to as many springs as we could. Unfortunately, something else would. I dropped $5 in the self-pay entry container and we drove into the forest. Read more »
Today was the second day I was supposed to set out for Rock Springs/Kelly Park - my roommate was gone this weekend so I invited a friend (let's call him Sly) along. Once we woke up at 10:30 and called Kelly Park to hear that they were approaching 90% capacity, we had to alter our plans a bit. I pulled out the ol' Google Maps and found the closest spring to Rock - Sulphur Spring.
Main problem here? Sulphur Spring is not accessible by public roads. It's less than 5 miles from the entrance to Kelly Park, but I know I've tried to find it before, but I only ran into the normal "Private Property - No Trespassing" signs. Whether they're posted for intimidation or for a good reason, it's scary nonetheless.
We set out at about noon, no swimming trunks to be found. We stopped over on Aloma near Oviedo for some Sonic (yummy chicken-strip sandwiches) and headed around the 417 Toll Road to the north side of the Rock Springs Run State Reserve. A few more twists and turns got us to the entrance of Kelly Park, which we zipped right past in search of this mysterious spring.
Our search ended abruptly in the yard of a nice man; the dead-end was but 500feet from the spring head, but we were kindly told that we'd have to access it from another direction. Waving, we headed out to try another angle.
We had the coordinates for the spring, so we drove back to the main highway to find other smaller roads that could possibly lead to the spring. Eventually (by some luck) we found a gated entrance to the service roads. Parking the Jeep, we quickly hopped the gate and strode off in the general direction of the spring. Keep in mind we were without bug spray, in shorts (flip-flops in Sly's case), with no water and Sonic in our bellies. Read more »