Todays writing starts with a story about live armadillos. Unlike those we have seen in Texas (aka road kill), our campsite here seems to have them in abundance and they are particularly fascinating to Dudley! Yesterday we had the two dogs hooked on leads outside the RV, and a brazen armadillo crossed our site right in front of them. Dudley leaped up and pulled so hard he ripped the metal circle right out of its collar and took off at high speed after it through the woods. Took a hurculean effort to bring him back! This morning Jim took the two dogs on the bike trail, and another armadillo ran across the trail. Dudley again went bananas, then tried chasing it up the embankment with Rosie helping. Fortunately, the chain collars held. Above photo is yet another live armadillo Becky and Jim saw today.
The Amelia River campground of Fort Clinch is terrific! We like it so much we may come back next year and stay again. Well laid out, huge private campsites, great walking trails. It's near the beach, on a beautiful island, and near great relatives and friends--what more could one ask for? This was the first place we've been able to fully set up a campsite, with the awning down and all. Dogs loved it here, and we did, too. Photo shows the campsite fully set up.
Jim's good friend Dee Woodson, who also lives on Amelia Island, picked us up at 930am and took us to breakfast at his favorite local haunt. That was followed by a tour of his condo development (great bachelor pad!) and a trip to Fort Clinch. Dee is quite the historian, a former Marine Corps artilleryman by trade, and we enjoyed talking about our various ancestors from the Civil War. It was a thoroughly enjoyable morning. The photo is of Dee and Becky in the Fort Clinch officers mess.
After a few relaxing hours enjoying the campsite and the dogs, Wendy and Carl picked us up and we walked out to the end of the Fort Clinch fishing pier, a magnificent 1/2 mile facility out into the river. A stone jetty goes out yet another few hundred yards beyond that for anglers to cast from. Our next adventure was walking along the beach by Fort Clinch looking for shark's teeth. Wendy has quite an extensive collection, and she found 3 small ones during our search. This evening at her place we saw the collection, and glad they were in a glass case and not on a live specimen!
We went back to their home, where Wendy prepared yet another feast! Good thing we're not staying any longer, as we would definetly put on the pounds! The evening generated a lot of good humor and reminiscing. Sharks teeth were one topic (note the quarter in the upper right hand corner as a comparison), with some teeth coming from 30' sharks. Geneaology as displayed in an extensive spoon collection given to Wendy by her mother brought on some raucous laughter, as the ladies tried to figure out which spoons came from which ancestors in the 1800's. Wendy will probably be remembered by us as "spoon lady" after the evening. The photo is of the two women hard at work deciphering initials on the spoons. 
Back at the campground, the evening ended with me taking the dogs out for a final potty break, and Dudley went looking for-----Armadillos!
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