Micanopy

A Road Trip to Micanopy

It was the Fourth of July, and I asked Sherry what she would like to do, hoping for an answer like "Go to Venice and have a milkshake at the Old Soda Shop".  Instead, I got "Let's go to Micanopy."  (MIK-ə-NOH-pee)  A couple of weeks before we had gone to St. Armand's Circle in Sarasota, and she had been worried about the crowd  we were exposed to in this year of the Corona Virus.  That would not be a problem in Micanope

We had been to Micanopy several times over the years.  It was never a thriving metropolis, but was a rather quaint little town, primarily known for antique stores. There was once a very cool used book store, made famous by Bailey White, who used to drive down from Georgia just to go to it.  Books were stacked everywhere, in no apparent order, but the old proprietor knew where every one was, and if you asked for something he could find it for you.  But the proprietor died and the store is closed now.

We didn't go to the historic downtown.  A light rain was falling, and we had brought stuff for a picnic.  So we looked for a place to have a picnic.  We found a place that looked promising, with historical markers and some small structures.  Turns out, there was a shelter with a roof but no tables, and another place with tables but no roof.  So we ate our tuna salad sandwiches in the car. Later the rain stopped and I took some pictures.

The little blue building was locked.

A good place to walk the dog

A Big Bathouse