Of all the vacations we took when I was a child, our trip to St. Augustine, Florida has for me the happiest most vivid memories. It makes vacationing there with my family all the sweeter.
The Roadtrip Down
We took our time, and enjoyed the drive down. After all, it’s part of the vacation.
Our first leg of roughly 500 miles turned out to be about 11 hours with all the food, potty, and fuel stops. We decided on full hookup overnight stop, since we weren’t outfitted for boondocking (wanted to travel light). There wasn’t a whole lot of options for campgrounds that neck of the woods, so we did a KOA. It was everything we expected; very expensive, tightly packed, run down.
Second leg Google dropped the ball completely. Traffic south of Savannah was horrendous. Never passed any construction or accident- but, bumper to bumper, much of it dead stop. Rolled into Coastal GA RV Resort around 6:00 pm, after 10 hours on the road. Nice place. Your basic, nicely manicured, full hook-ups with concrete pad, proximate to city, resort. The fam burned off all their pent-up energy at the pool, while I barbecued the meat we picked up somewhere near Richmond Hill.
Anastasia State Park
After Sunday morning mass at St. Francis Xavier in downtown Brunswick, the final leg into St. Augustine was a quick couple hours. We arrived Anastasia SP by 1:00 pm. Hands down the best campground in the area. Bryn Mawr is the only other campground with direct beach access. I remember staying there when I was little, but after returning with the fam in 2008 we discovered the years and diversification had really took its toll on the place.
Thought about staying here permanently. But then, we’d probably just end up missing the change of seasons, and snow, and icy roads, and dead car batteries, rust, frozen pipes, frostbite…
So, after five fun filled days, we packed it all up and headed north.
Back to the salt mines.
See You Down the Road!