Fort Clinch State Park
The shallow water at the edge of willow pond is tea colored from the tannin of decaying leaves. Just beneath the surface a small alligator lounges with eyes and nostrils raised to the top. The texture of his skin and back camoflage him in the shadows from the trees above.
Looking across the salt marsh, the black and white lighthouse stands high above the tree tops.
Shady campsites under the oak trees with rustic wooden rails to define their boundaries.
The shoreline where the Atlantic ocean meets the golden sands of Amelia Island stretches out into the distance.
Clear blue sky over the Atlantic Beach Campground. Motorhomes and camping trailers are slipped in between the tall palm trees.
A rectangular brown sign for the Fort Clinch Bicycle Trail stands at the entrance to a beautifully wooded path through the maritime hammock. Sweet bay and live oak trees form a canopy over your head as saw palmetto and yaupon holly line the sides of this portal into the woods.
Low brick walls and a large, black cannon adorn the entrance to Fort Clinch State Park.
Whitewashed brick walls brighten the magazine containing cannonballs for the many guns in the fort.
A sepia toned photograph depicts civil war soldiers marching and doing drills in front of the guard room and sallyport.
The shallow water at the edge of willow pond is tea colored from the tannin of decaying leaves. Just beneath the surface a small alligator lounges with eyes and nostrils raised to the top. The texture of his skin and back camoflage him in the shadows from the trees above.
