A bohemian fishing village two miles square with a population of 700, Cedar Key is decorated with wildlife refuges, Victorian homes, ramshackle shacks, fishing boats, and clam farms; populated by old salts, artists, clam farmers, and refugees from city life. Once a thriving port city and railroad connection, Cedar Key is now neither. But in our two days there, we found plenty to occupy ourselves, experiencing just enough to lure us back for more.
Highlights of our mostly foggy (I’m referring to the weather) visit:
• The Low-Key Hideaway
Our own private deck overlooking the water, lovely tropical landscaping, creative yard art, warm and welcoming hosts, and an on-site tiki bar. This may be the most unique little RV park we’ve stayed in yet. With only three RV sites and a handful of motel rooms, it’s cozy, immaculate, and a LOT of fun. In the evening, locals and travelers gather at the tiki bar to share tales. (They make the best margarita I’ve ever had—a blend of fresh citrus juices is the secret. One was enough.)
We had a great time biking from the Low Key Hideaway all over the island—there’s little traffic and plenty to see, including clam farms, a boardwalk traversing the marsh, and the picturesque waterfront.
• Cedar Key Museum State Park
We biked to this lovely little museum; for a mere $2 admission, we whiled away a couple of leisurely hours exploring Cedar Key’s past. The benefactor of the museum, Saint Clair Whitman, donated his extensive collection of seashells and Indian artifacts that he gathered during his long life on Cedar Key. The best part of the museum is the Whitman home, restored in every detail to 1920’s life on the island. Everything is as if the family was still living there, including cigar boxes, alligator skulls, and crates of shells in Whitman’s study. I’ve never been in a museum where it’s possible to wander through and touch things. No ropes, no guards, no “Keep Out” or “Don’t Touch” signs. My kind of place.[portfolio_slideshow]