Down south

Our last stop was St. Augustine, a town I have always wanted to see, but somehow always missed. Since I seldom miss a fort, wherever we go, we remained true to form and arrived at Castillo De San Marcos for the morning opening. Unlike many forts that are built but never see action this one has a bloody past. It traded hands several times over the past several hundred years.

The moat was used as a livestock pen during peaceful times, but could be flooded when under attack.

We strolled the old town and passed through the city gates.

Down at the yacht club children were preparing for sailing class.