Write this and everything from a Christian standpoint that is obviously knowledgeable and respectful of other religions.
Write this for new Ponte Vedra residence, tourists, and guana tour guides.
Format this similar to Sand County Almanac. Write 12 months worth of nature one month at a time. Add appendices for lists and references.
Teach everything in a comical, storytelling voice like I would on a trail hike. Teaching children. Teaching Christian homeschoolers. Just use that voice for the whole book.
Write the book here with hyperlinks to the sources for my own backtracking while I'm writing. When I publish it, it won't have any hyperlinks in the published copy.
In the introduction or prologue, confess that I can be and have been my whole life, a gullible person, and have been taught things in good faith and forward that cool information onto other people, only to find out that I was duped. Use the big ant head story that Michael Fleetwood told me as an example. Also, gallardia isn't native. If I am sharing misinformation in this book, I am extremely sorry and well try to find a way to rectify the situation after publication. Please notify me if you find one like that.
End each chapter with a shortlist of the chapter topics.
Sell it in small paperback so tour guides can keep it in their car, but also in beautiful hardcover so residents can keep it on their bookshelf or coffee table.
Send a flyer to local addresses with a chapter list and a QR code to buy the book.
[photo of Josh running after his kite at Guana Beach.]
This photo was taken on February 12th 2002. That is my then. Husband chasing our son who is chasing a kite that got away from him in the winter wind at Guana Beach. What were we doing on the beach? I'm such a a freezing cold, windy overcast day? Outdoorsy people can't really answer such nonsensical questions about nonsensical activities.
Take me, for example. I took that picture from my igloo I had created with a quilt wrapped around me and over my head. I was bundled up in several layers of down jackets and still wrapped in this quilt and still couldn't get out of the ugloo. But I was able to peek out enough to take that picture. Meanwhile, I sat in my igloo and scooped up piles of sand within reach and sifted through them. That's when I found my first shark tooth.
It was tiny. You would need glasses to see it. But I loved it. It was pristine and shark and babyish. Baby shark shark. I don't think that song existed yet. But I was addicted. Instantly. I sifted and sifted and sifted and kept finding another and another and another. By the time they dragged me in my igloo to the car, I had seven seven tiny sharks teeth. My family was amazed I could even find.
Not only was I addicted to shark teeth, I was addicted to this other planet we were on. Where in Florida can you go and feel like you are between a mountain and the ocean in not c a building or person for as far as your kite can escape? This is a treasure worth protecting.
That day in 2002, we had made our 1 and 1/2 hour Trek to the coast from Fleming Island, that Mammoth labyrinth of subdivisions consuming all available space between Orange Park and Green cove springs. We had many options with many amenities to go to the beach. But we chose this seemingly forgotten one every time.
And then the kids became teenagers. They wanted to go to a beach that had people. My guana days fell to the wayside. Somehow, it kept calling me. I crept closer and closer without realizing what was pulling me. I even commuted over to Flagler college to finish my degree.
When the kids were grown I moved to St. Augustine in 2007 and dove into the historical community. I was in love with St. Augustine and wanted to save it from economic demise, which in fact was happening. I had friends and relatives in other states that had never even heard of St. Augustine. I was working with merchants in the historic district who were on the verge of closing up shop for lack of business. Some of them did fold. City leaders and the tourism development council brainstorm hard how to save the oldest cities economy. At that time, we were blessed with the best mayor ever, Nancy shaver. Nancy used to dress up in colonial garden wander around downtown on busy evenings. Once I was in a tiny Pilates class held upstairs in the tow bar house. Nancy was on her mat beside me, chatting excitedly with marketing ideas. I told her it was not the most uplifting experience to tell. Tell visitors how matanzas River got its name. Nancy had a light bulb moment and said we should actually play it up. Bloody matanza's. Maybe at Halloween. Have a pub crawl the same night. Paint the river red like they do the Chicago River green. I think she even said there was such thing as a bloody Mary River somewhere. It sounded hilarious and heinous at first, but over the next few days, I started to envision a memorial version of that. I tried to think of anything red that could safely go in the river and still be seen at night bay from the bayfront. I could not imagine any form of dye. But rose petals came to my mind. I knew that by this time there was an ecosystem authority over at Guana. The GTM research Reserve had opened up to the public in 2003, and finished their current Visitor Center in 2005. I called over there and asked who I might speak to about ecological effects of lake of rose petals floating down the matanzas river in front of the bayfront. I was put in touch with Andrea so and so. Andrea said it sounded like a lovely idea, but she had heard that roses were high on the toxicity list because they are farmed in Mexico with extreme pesticides. Pesticides. The pesticides were so bad that the the farmworkers were experiencing an epidemic of health problems from it. Andrea said if I could find non-toxic rose petals, she would absolutely support the idea. I updated mayor shaver by email, who was all the more excited and told me to keep her posted on what she can do to help make it happen.
After exhausting all leads on a safe source of rose petals, my mind drifted into kayaks and paddle boards bearing underwater red lights. Next, I needed to figure out how this army of kayaks and paddle boards could put in and get out of the river and ride the tide at night on the right day. Before I could learn all that ecosystem jazz, mayor shaver had a tragic stroke or heart attack. She recovered pretty well, but decided she needed to step down. She has been sorely missed by many of us.
I moved to Ponte Vedra in 2010. A lot has happened to Guana since that frigid day in 2002. But the more immersed. I more get in Guana, the larger the picture gets. There is an enormous, mind-boggling depth and breadth of Life in this shrinking Oasis.
I worked the front desk at the GTM research reserve for a couple of years. I. Hundreds of visitors to the park. Many of them were repeat visitors from out of state. Like me in the early 2000s, they hope, and maybe even take for granted that Guana will still be here next time they can get back. That requires stewardship. Of the thousands of guana fans around the globe, the tiny right around the reserve become stewards of this place. Priceless treasure. Guana is what attracted us to invest our real estate dollars here. Without or guana, we have just another string of seaside neighborhoods along the the eastern coast of the United States. Or worse, a string of shops and hotels like.
The Save St. Augustine passion that consumed me in 2008 has given way to the Save Guana camp. As of this writing, I would say the mayor of save Guana would be the creator of save guana now, Nicole Crosby. I once heard her efforts. Criticized as "very much about her backyard." I thank God that Guana is blessed with a guardian angel with front row seats and personal vested interest.
The Guana Reserve is the headquarters and heart of the GTM Research Reserve. However, the GTM research Reserve spans from Ponte Vedra to Palm Beach and covers two inlets and three rivers. This book is about Guana River and the nature that has been preserved around it.
It's not clear where the name guana came from. Google maps at a certain zoom level will refer to the dam as guano dam. Older literature also did that. The best I could find for the meaning of the word. Guana was a visitor to GTM told me it is an indigenous word for Palm. He said they used to farm palm trees on that land, which is where the name Palm valley came from. I don't know how the indigenous would name the place after a palm farm came hundreds of years after them. Another visitor to GTM carries the last name of Guana. She says her father immigrated from Mexico and changed his name to Guana from...
You can't look at a species list from GTM to find the plants of Guana. Because GTM spans all the way to Palm Coast, the plant list includes plants that don't exist at Guana, such as red mangroves. Likewise, it is doubtful you will find residual indigo plants other than where where Grant's plantation planted them on the Guana peninsula.
Guess and check and check and check
trying to learn the plants at Guana automatically subscribes you to a community of debaters. You can learn anything faster through the guess and check method. Guess it the species from your eyes. Then look it up with an AI app. Then look it up with another AI app. Then look it up with the first AI app again. Then post it on inaturalist and let all the other guessers guess and debate. Eventually, you'll get some confidence about what it is that you are looking at. And if you'd ever declare what you're looking at, you have to declare it in a tone of personal declaration, not encyclopedic fact.
Here are the main players of the Guana green life.
[Amy, I edited this extensively in Word for the SPVCA article. Unfortunately, that doesn't contain the hyperlinks to the sources, which I really need. I'll have to replace the hyperlinks in the SPVCA copy before deleting this one. The SPVCA copy is below.]
As you walk through the Guana trails, you are surrounded by thousands of Yaupon holly tree-ettes. Several of them greet you on the sidewalk as you enter the trailhead. Most look like twigs working hard to become trunks. A few elders have aged into waify trees with smooth, gray skin. The younger deep evergreen leaves would just cover your thumbprint, graced with a gentle serrated edge. The elders rival a bay leaf.
Some of these tree wannabes are females. They will produce classic holly berries for the entire holiday season, followed by delicate white blossoms in the spring. However, these festive ladies need a male to fertilize them. Luckily, Guana has plenty of both sexes as well as pollinators to play cupid. In fact, the males sprout flowers to attract the pollinators. If you can't dance, you might as well look good.
Despite its modest appearance, this humble shrub is a member of Florida's royal nature family. For one thing, Yaupon holly is the only caffeine source native to North America, with the exception of its weaker cousin, Dahoon holly.
Yaupon's common name derives from the Native American name, ya-pa, Ya (tree) Pa (leaf). The tree was literally named after its leaves. Why? The leaves make tea many called 'beloved drink'. Why? It gives a gentle boost without jitters. Colonial trader James Adair said it 'is friendly to the human system... and perfectly cures a tremor in the nerves'. Modern medical students measure Yaupon's impressive levels of antixidants, flavinoids, and theobromine, that uplifting compound in chocolate. Boil it just so and you even get a froth on top. Yaupon tea was America's original morning coffee and a treat for special guests.
Many of those special guests were European explorers. They looked down into their shell cup and saw an opaque dark liquid, which they called 'black drink.' In certain ceremonial rituals, Native Americans fasted, then binged on Yaupon and publically purged, where it then was called 'white drink' because it brought purification. William Bartram described this purge party to the chief cataloger overseas, who thought the vomiting came from the yaupon as opposed to the binging. He decided Yaupon will henceforth be scientifically identified as Ilex vomitoria (vomiting holly). Bartram's colleague, John Barton, caught the error and promptly proposed a much more accurate name, 'Ilex religiosa', but here we are still having this discussion 300 years later.
The medical establishment confirmed those leaves have no emetic effect in normal use, but the botany establishment has preferred consistency over accuracy for over 300 years now.
With fear of vomiting out of the way, may I recommend the most amazing replacement for your morning coffee jitters? Yaupon Brothers in New Smyrna Beach hopes to replace Florida's dying citrus industry with Yaupon farms. The wildlife can have the berries; we just want the leaves. How does Spiced Peach Yaupon Tea sound? Get it here at Amazon, or browse the tea isle at Whole Foods and see what other blends they carry. Yaupon Brothers also sells gift baskets that make fantastic housewarming gifts.
Please don't pick Yaupon holly from the GTM Reserve. Not only is it illegal to harvest anything on most state conservation land, we don't want to attract covert foragers who will reduce the native flora.
Instead, plant a wispy Yaupon forest in that dry, bald spot in your yard. The birds will sing in the fall for the berries, and butterflies will flutter through the spring flowers. You can even sculpt their growth pattern with some pruning and bonsai tricks.
As for me, I'm trying to get corrosive coffee out of my life. I'm replacing it Yaupon and having fun with garnishes like honey, lemon zest, cinnamon stick, and vanilla. Call it white drink, call it black drink, call it ya-pa or Yaupon. Not many people appreciate the unscientific scientific name, but I bet most of us would concur with 'Beloved'.
Native Garden Club By Amy Howard Yaupon the Beloved
As you walk through the Guana trails, you are surrounded by thousands of Yaupon holly tree-ettes. Most look like twigs, but a few elders have aged into waify trees with smooth, gray skin. The younger deep evergreen leaves would just cover your thumbprint, graced with a gentle serrated edge. The elders rival a bay leaf.
Some of these tree wannabes are females. They will produce classic holly berries throughout the holiday season and beyond, followed by delicate white blossoms in the spring. However, these festive ladies need a male to fertilize them. Luckily, Guana has plenty of both sexes as well as pollinators to play cupid. Yaupon males also sprout flowers to attract the pollinators. If you can't dance, you might as well look good.
Despite its modest appearance, this humble shrub is Florida royalty. Yaupon holly is the only caffeine source native to North America, with the exception of its weaker cousin, Dahoon holly. It appears naturally only in the southeast coastal states, that swath the Spaniards originally named La Florida.
Yaupon's common name derives from the Native American name, ya-pa, Ya (tree) Pa (leaf). The tree was literally named after its leaves. Why? The leaves make tea many called 'beloved drink'. Why? Imagine a caffeine boost without jitters, topped with that uplifting compound in chocolate, theobromine. Boil it just so and you even get a froth on top. Yaupon tea was America's original morning coffee and a treat for special guests.
Many of those special guests were European explorers like Cabeza de Vaca, William Bartram and Jonathan Dickenson. They looked down into their whelk shell cup and saw a dark liquid, which they called 'black drink.' In certain ceremonial rituals, native honorees binged on black drink till they purged, where it then was called 'white drink' because it brought purification.
Europeans also frequently referred to Yaupon as 'cassina', which was technically cousin Dahoon, Ilex cassine. The botanist tasked with assigning Yaupon its own scientific name received many stories of purging, both ceremonial and medicinal. Yaupon's berries will cause a human to vomit without having to binge on strong brew. The taxonomist christened the plant Ilex vomitoria. Bartram's colleague, John Barton, spoke for the entire Yaupon tea-loving world and proposed a correction to 'Ilex religiosa'. https://chronology.amyjohoward.com/pages/source.php?source_id=1608 Unfortunately, we are still having this discussion 300 years later.
Yes, early medics used Yaupon berries to induce vomiting. But the leaves have always been the treasure. They have been picked, dried and traded halfway across the continent from their southeastern birthplace for at least a thousand years. Modern medical students have been looking at ways to use Yaupon in pharmaceuticals and nutraceuticals because of its diverse health benefits.
Yaupon Brothers in New Smyrna Beach hopes to replace Florida's dying citrus industry with Yaupon farms. They can feed the wildlife while sustaining a healthy tea market. We can easily plant a Yaupon shrub at home. The birds will sing in the fall for the berries, and butterflies will flutter through the spring flowers. You can even sculpt Yaupon’s growth pattern with some pruning and bonsai tricks.
As for me, I'm trying to get corrosive coffee out of my life. I'm replacing it with Yaupon and having fun with flavors. Cabeza de Vaca said the west Florida natives sweetened it with dirt. I prefer garnishes like honey, lemon zest, cinnamon stick, and vanilla. Call it white drink, call it black drink, call it ya-pa or Yaupon. Not many people appreciate the unscientific scientific name, but I bet most of us would concur with 'Beloved'.
ResurrectionFern
Resurrection. What does that mean? In Western societies, many of us celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ at Easter. Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life” (John 11:25). What does that mean? A reversal of nature? His disciples said he raised Lazarus from the dead, and also the centurion's daughter. Jesus said they were only asleep. They apparently resumed their normal lives, but as oddities. Jesus told the guy next to him on the cross, "Today you will be with me in paradise" (Luke 23:43). That's more palatable. Matthew said other dead people came out of their tombs after Jesus was resurrected. They purportedly went right on into Jerusalem. That's not something you hear often in church, eh?
If any of that is true, maybe the real question is, what does 'dead' mean?
Resurrection fern offers a nice demonstration. To the casual observer, this fern can die and come back to life indefinitely. But to the true seeker, the truth starts to reveal itself.
Are you a truth seeker? Mark your calendar for the next dry season. As the plants go without rain, most of them will die once they lose about 10% of their water. Resurrection fern watches the sad demise of its friends and hunkers down. It tucks its leaves and curls up, powering down the photosynthesis machine, trading chlorophyll for dust. It can lose 90% of its water in this posture. When you see it this way, please don't pull the plug. Some say you could wait a hundred years. Even then, when the rain finally returns, pull up a chair and watch this marvel of creation earn its lofty name. Those brown crunchy curls will drink in the water and boot up the photosynthesis machine. In a few short hours, it will stand up tall and pour out oxygen through bright green fronds. You see, the life was not in the chlorophyll or the cells. The life is in its unique biological code.
Can that happen for us? Is our life defined only by our blood and cells, or is there some biological code we can't see? It appears we won't know until we go through the drought. At that time, we must power down our respiration machine, trade our blood for dust, and go to sleep. That sure sounds better when resurrection is our game plan.
Of course, scientists are trying to crack resurrection fern's biological code for human purposes. It's convenient that this plant needs no dirt. It gets all its nutrition directly from the air. NASA astronauts took it to outer space to see if it would still resurrect and resume oxygen production even without gravity. Yep! We have a fluffy little friend who travels light and is ready to turn our space station breath back into oxygen. However, it does need something to hang on to.
Ironically, the most likely place to find a resurrection fern is latched onto the most ancient live oak trees, especially the long horizontal branches arching over a path. When your earthly life feels dry and you've lost your happy ending, take a walk on a Guana trail and see what the resurrection fern has to say about it. It will at least. Thank you for your breath.
Happy Resurrection Sunday.
Many more plants
Here is a more comprehensive list I compiled from reported sightings collected into the gbiff database.
Canadian geese You don't see me much in the Guana Reserve. I must say, it's a little bit too wild there for me. I'm pretty sure an alligator can outrun me and those bobcats, I heard there's even some coyotes running around. No thank you. I like living with humans. Up in Ponte Vedra, the neighborhoods are lovely. The grass is lush and delicious. The humans put lovely ponds there for us to swim around. They clean up our poo because we can't do that ourselves. They even stop traffic when we are crossing the street to the even greener grass on the other side. It's a good life.
Spoonville and Wood Stork
"What happened to your beak?" Wood Stork asked Spoonbill.
What happened to your face? Asked spoonbill.
Nothing happened to my face. What do you mean?
Nothing happened to my beak. I don't even have a beak. What do you mean?
How can you not have a beak? Aren't you a bird?
Are you a bird? What kind of face is that? You look like a reptile. Or dinosaur.
No really. Did someone squash your beak? I feel bad for you.
I have a bill. Isn't it obvious? You don't have to feel bad for me. It works great. Here. Watch. See, swish swish back and forth clap clap chomp chomp nom nom. I don't know how you catch any food with that pointed thing on your face.
Hmm. That does work well. I can clack like that. Clack clack clack. See?
When builders build a overhead arch out of stones, they are able to balance all those stones against each other by putting a wedge-shaped stone right in the center of the arch. The rest of the stones lean on the keystone, and it keeps them from falling. If you remove the keystone, the arch falls.
Biologists borrowed this name to label any species that holds up a biological habitat. You can determine which species are keystone by removing it and seeing if the habitat survives without it. To be honest, I'm not sure where or when this test has ever taken place with any species, but I trust the judgment of the scientists who have made the declaration.
Here are some species that have been designated keystone species at the Guana Reserve. Without them, the habitat would die.
Burl. Causes, soon on the right you'll be able to see the river through the trees.
Sabal Palm
Yaupon, Holly
Southern magnolia
Christmas lichen
Wax myrtle
Red Bay
Bayberry
Northern bayberry
Saw palmetto
Greenbrier
Yellow-Bellied sapsucker
Red-Bellied woodpecker
Carolina Wren
Northern Cardinal
Gopher tortoise
Armadillo
Old man's beard
Ambrosia beetle
Red cedar
Plants that require pollination, dual sex
American Holly
Pignut hickory
Resurrection Fern
Muscadine grape, Dangles tentacles at the end of the trail
Golden orb weaver
Orchid
Spanish moss
Brown anole
Deer tongue grass might be Bermuda grass
Squirrel nest
Crossvine
Tall flatsedge
Pincushion Moss
Ponyfoot
Dwarf, palmetto
Osprey
Sarsaparilla vine
Monitoring tubes
Crust
Pill bug
Lyreleaf sage
Yellow woodsorrel
Whose roots are hanging trying to reach the ground? Muscadine
Solid yellow butterfly
Bermuda grass
Coast sandbur
Southern sandbur all over Marge's apron
Not a single pine tree?!
Activities
Make and take a sip every time we pass a yaupon Holly tree.
Make a checklist and tally how many you find of each thing. Encourage guests to guess ahead if they think they spot a match that's on there checklist before we see it. Just by the name.
Tell the story of the yellow-bellied sap sucker before we get to that tree. Till it in first person. Like you are the bird.
Find out what settles an upset stomach after drinking too much black drink. Saw palmetto? Pretend to harvest and process the berries after we drink too much black drink. When we see the the saw palmetto Bush.
Breathe Deep oxygen when we see lichens
Grade each participant on their checklist for identification. Give a a green trail Master naturalist certificate to anyone with 100% correct.
Do the trail in advance to create a checklist of things I know we will see. Make that The benchmark for what someone who wants to get 100% must find. Invite anyone who still wants to try for 100% to make multiple rounds after the hike until they get there certificate.
Chew gum every time you see a sweet gumball
Blue trail to WMA past Big Savannah pond. Call it a bird resort. Mama alligator lives here with her kids. Dad lives in the ditch across the trail. He visits sometimes. When Mom thinks the kids are eating her out of house and home, she kicks him out. They go wandering around looking for somewhere else, some other territory to claim and grow up. Sometimes they wander out into the iguana lake and Guana River. They don't stay long because they find out it's too salty over there. If they have good instincts, they will swim North in the lake. After the 5 Mile Mark, the salt dissipates and it becomes a resort for alligators for the top half of the lake.
Add a an artifact identifier chart to the trail guide.
Trail etiquette
Wildlife voices so we don't scare away wildlife
No music
At GTM, Bicycles should walk around pedestrians, not vice versa. Bicycles can have the right-of-way in the WMA.
Homework I need to do
What is that mound?
Learn how to identify a pig nut hickory tree after finding the nuts. Find indigenous uses for the nuts.
I don't love snakes, but I love coachwhip snakes. I wonder if Coach purses are named after the coachwhip. The ones I've seen are pearly herringbone taupe with shiny black heads, just like a coach purse.
Twice while gardening at SPVCA, I've turned around and found a coachwhip watching me work. Once, he was lying in the sun right on top of the muhly grass. I only saw him twice. He was so very beautiful that I revisited the spot on many occasions hoping to see him again. Another coachwhip lived out its feeble old age in the GTM visitor center. His name was Fivel, and he was more of a chocolate color. Fivel ducked back into his hole every time I tried to admire his beauty. I thought anyone would agree, until a guy saw one at the beach access and gasped, "EWWGH! What IS that?!"
Hm. Why do I think they are gorgeous? I felt redeemed when I stumbled across William Bartram's story of stumbling across a coach-whip. No one can tell it better, so I'll copy and paste it here for you:
Next we joyfully enter the borders of the level Pine forest and savannas, which continued for many miles, never out of sight of little lakes or ponds, environed with illumined meadows, the clear waters sparking through the tall Pines. HAVING a good spirited horse under me, I generally kept a-head of my companions, which I often chose to do, as circumstances offered or invited, for the sake of retirement and observation. THE high road being here open and spacious, at a good distance before me, I observed a large hawk on the ground, in the middle of the road; he seemed to be in distress, endeavouring to rise, when, coming up near him, I found him closely bound up by a very long coach-whip snake, that had wreathed himself several times round the hawk's body, who had but one of his wings at liberty; beholding their struggles a while, I alighted off my horse with an intention of parting them; when, on coming up, they mutually agreed to seperate themselves, each one seaking his own safety, probably Page 219 considering me as their common enemy. The bird rose aloft and fled away as soon as he recovered his liberty, and the snake as eagerly made off, I soon overtook him but could not perceive that he was wounded. I SUPPOSE the hawk had been the aggressor, and fell upon the snake with an intention of making a prey of him, and that the snake dexterously and luckily threw himself in coils round his body, and girded him so close as to save himself from destruction. THE coach-whip snake is a beautiful creature; when full grown they are six and seven feet in length, and the largest part of their body not so thick as a cane or common walking stick; their head not larger than the end of a man's singer; their neck is very slender, and from the abdomen tapers away in the manner of a small switch or coach-whip; the top of the head and neck, for three or four inches, is as black and shining as a raven; the throat and belly as white as snow; and the upper side of their body of a chocolate colour, excepting the tail part, almost from the abdomen to the extremity, which is black: it may be proper to observe, however, that they vary in respect to the colour of the body; some I have seen almost white or cream colour, others of a pale chocolate or clay colour, but in all the head and neck is black, and the tail dark brown or black. They are extremely swift, seeming almost to fly over the surface of the ground, and that which is very singular, they can run swiftly on only their tail part, carrying their head and body upright: one very fine one accompanied me along the road side, at a little distance, raising himself erect, now and then looking Page 220 me in the face, although I proceeded on a good round trot on purpose to observe how fast they could proceed in that position. His object seemed mere curiosity or observation; with respect to venom they are as innocent as a worm, and seem to be familiar with man. They seem a particular inhabitant of East Florida, though I have seen some of them in the maritime parts of Carolina and Georgia, but in these regions they are neither so large or beautiful.
On 2/18/2026, the homes on Neck Road, Gnarled Oaks Drive, and Broken Pottery Drive ranged from $1M to $2M on Zillow sales log. The homes on A1A ranged from $4M to $12M.
Surfer in North Guana Lake
To remember my way around the marsh channels at North Guana Outpost, I envision the water as a stick figure. It is a surfer with a long dreadlock coming off his head. His body and left leg match and distantly wrap the two subdivisions on the east top of the lake: Gnarled Oaks Drive and Broken Pottery Drive.
Surfer's head
The back of his head starts at the NGO kayak launch. His long nose faces the . His dreadlock bends toward A1A and dips under the road at Mickler Weir.
Surfer's neck
The surfer's neck bends slightly toward the ocean at the first house we see in the Neck Road subdivision.
