No one knows where the name the “General” had started, though his mother, simply calls him Marco. After vanquishing the Flounder Kaiju monsters for the 4th time yesterday in the waters off Honeymoon Beach Island, Florida, the “General,” had returned to fight another more destructive beast. This time he had engaged in a prolonged battle against the vicious Turtle Kaiju of Wekiva Springs, Florida from the Nature Center. Though victorious, he had been injured in battle and relegated to a walking cane.
Today, he has returned to take the fight to the Pumpkin Pie Kaiju. This army of one, had vowed to fight these ongoing threats. The question had still remained, who will protect us from him?
Join him in Lake Mary, Florida for his afternoon showdown with the menacing Pumpkin Pie Kaiju!
“Today, we are canceling the Pumpkin apocalypse!” – General Garza
Facing the Pumpkin Pie Kaiju, the General was victorious and ready for a rematch to protect his honor!
Pacific Rim (IMDB)
Honeymoon Beach Island, Florida (GarzaFX)
Wekiva Springs, Florida (GarzaFX)
Rating: Worth a spin for anyone considering a lengthy hike.
Wrapping up a Appalachian Trail Conservancy membership drive, the documentary, Appalachian Impressions (2005) had painted a pragmatic picture of hiking the A.T. It had started in Georgia showing the crowds starting in early Spring. Then the film had progressed through all 14 states. It had earnestly detailed some of the hardships from wear and tear on feet through overpacking gear. It had also highlighted the mental toll on hikers moving through different physical landmarks. It had detailed the charity of various individuals and organizations providing “trail magic.” “Trail magic” had simply meant food or drink for free for hikers. The film had offered witness to the community between hikers. If you had considered a protracted hike on the AT, check this film out.
Appalachian Impressions (IMDB)
Yesterday, I had driven out to Blue Springs State Park for St. John’s River Cruise. Few things I had reminded myself before booking this ride:
1) Reservation required.
2) Subject to weather.
3) $6 parking fee for entrance into Blue Springs State Park.
4) Tours 10 a.m. and 1 p.m.
Since purchasing this off Groupon, I had targeted a weekday to avoid crowds. With a 1 PM launch time, the reservation agent had recommended being there 30 minutes in advance.
After boarding, the boat had embarked on the 2-hour tour. Moving onto the river system, the captain had provided historical details regarding commerce history of the surrounding area. He had continued offering insight to indegenous plants, birds, and reptiles on the banks of the river. He had stopped a few times along the trip to ensure good photops. If thirsty or hunger, snacks and water had sold for .50 and $1 respectively. A specialized bathroom was also available for those requiring a potty break. This tour had seemed ideal for the avid naturist or passive water bound activity. I had originally purchased this for my mom, but could work for anyone.
St. John’s River Cruises
Address: 2100 W. French Avenue, Orange City, Florida
Over the past couple of weeks, I had crafted a few of my finer moments in courage. Of course, I had said that with certain degree of sarcasm. After visiting Honeymoon Island, Florida, three different weekends, I had stepped on a flounder each time wading in the shallow surf. Reflecting on each moment, I had echoed the same surprise. My visceral reaction had channeled Nathan Lane from the movie Bird Cage. Okay, maybe that was over the top but, unbecoming of the stoic nature of an adult male none the less. Perhaps, childhood memories of living in the Bahamas had etched into my mind the larger than average, stingrays, eels and barracudas. All three of which had cruised in similar shallow waters.
Maybe psychological closure had played a role in this fear. Whether Monty Python and the Holy Grail’s killer rabbit or Ridley Scott’s Alien, each had projected a fear of the unknown with frame and shadow. Hiking recently in northern Florida, I had come across two snakes on the same trip. The first, a constrictor, had rustled back into underbrush with my advancing. The other, a three foot diamond back, had laid just off the trail on a hillside. Both had expressed no aggression, but what of their brethren down the line? While pacing through the low lying brush, I had recalled the quote,”Don’t you tread on me?” The snake on that flag had seemed really pissed off.
Jogging with a friend a couple weekends ago, a biker had proclaimed a bear on the trail. After slowing down, a young lady in pink had mentioned the animal moving back into the woods. After watching a YouTube video of a bear rushing a hunter in a tree, I had thought,”Oh well.” This weekend, I had caught a passing glimpse of this bear on the first leg of the trek. Returning back the same way from jogging, I had run across the same Florida brown bear. It had decided to cross the trail during my approach. At this point, I hadn’t stored enough energy to even care. I had focused on more pressing matters like the sun, pain and hydration. Luckily, the bear had moved back into trees. As with all things in nature and the trail, it had earned a respect and a different perspective, just a matter of not freaking out with fear.
This state park had offered about 4,000 acres for various activities from hiking, fishing and canoeing. For reference, I had not confused this land for Salt Springs in the Ocala National Forest. Visiting two entrances off US 19, hiking trails and port-o-potties had immediately been visible for any weary travelers. After making a quick visit to the northern entrance, I had ventured down to the southern entrance. Keep your eyes open, I had effortlessly driven by the southern entrance by the nearby Walmart. After parking, I had noticed surrounding acreage a recent target of controlled burns. Walking down one of the hiking trails, the park was exceptionally quiet. Upon nearing the water, I had come across some folks fishing in the salt marsh. For a quick or extended excursion, I had thought this park a great choice for avoiding the hustle of the Tampa Bay area.
Werner-Boyce Salt Springs State Park address was 9120 Old Post Rd, Port Richey, Florida. Admission was $3 for those without an annual Florida State park pass.
Werner-Boyce Salt Springs State Park (www.floridastateparks.org)
Rating: Worth $5 – $8 matinee
The draw of this film was a twist on familiar jackass themes of bathroom humor and over the top action. This go around, Johnny Knoxville had transformed into an elder gentleman mourning the death of his wife. The new perspective had come in the form of small boy as his grandson. The device of a grandson had provided a unique freshness on gorilla style comedy routines.
As a pair, these two actors had delivered two of the four big setups in the movie. One scene had started out in a restaurant with farting. The other had used a child beauty pageant as a backdrop. The last two setups had delivered Knoxville with intriguing situations at a gas station and a bar.
Bad Grandpa hadn’t tried to be high class art. It had focused on entertaining with visceral reactions. If you had liked previous Jackass outings, check this out for matinee.
Bad Grandpa (IMDB)
Johnny Knoxville (Wikipedia)