White Springs, Florida

In preparation for our trip on the Suwannee River we drove to White Springs. It's a cute little village with not much left the town's heyday. In the mid 1900's people flocked here from all over to bathe in the therapeutic waters of the natural spring. The railroad even built a special line to meet the demand of the many travelers. Today, the spring is dry, but business dried up a long time ago when people no longer believed in the restorative nature of the waters.



Some stately homes still remain.



The last of the historic hotels in town.



Pretty in pink!



Always a treat...



Americana.



Not sure if the owner of this motel has anything to brag about.



We spent the night at the Stephen Foster Folk Culture Center and State Park. That's a mouthful! Not to be confused with the Georgia Stephen Foster State Park. Despite these honors, Foster never visited either state and made only one trip to the South on the Mississippi River to New Orleans. However, he is fondly remembered as the father of American folk music. I bet you know at least parts of some of his songs. This is the Stephen Foster Museum on the grounds of the state park.



The bell tower, which chimes throughout the day.



Wild azaleas in the park.




The park is host to several festivals including the Azalea Festival in March and the Folk Music Festival in May.

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