This is my favorite remnant, of the recent four day festival, here on the island. I worked it up on Pixelmatr in between walks downtown. This pirate, Slappy, is a colorful character and part of the band, that roam the streets here, every first week-end in May.
Amelia Island is at the most northern point, of the Florida coastline. Across the St. Mary’s River lies Georgia. The river provided a perfect haven for the looting, drinking, scavengers of the ocean. It’s deep water provided access and security. It was a perfect hideout; and overlooked, by most. Only adventurers, found their feet, on the hidden trails and underbrush of Fernandina Beach. Continue reading What We Do
The word stoke has a surf connotation.
However, my first recollection of its use was to fuel a fire; whether to give the burning wood air, to keep the flame ablaze, or throwing on another log. Stoke meant expending energy to keep things going. In this case, fire.
Pre-Columbia, our island’s first known inhabitants were the Timicuan Indians. In the above picture, you see the fire tenders, in the center of the compound. Their job was imperative, as the fire was necessary for their survival.
In the forefront, a dugout canoe is being hand crafted. Being on the water, was another essential part of life.
On Amelia, many years have passed, since the Indians walked their paths, to the sea.
But the trail has not been left cold. Continue reading Stoke!