Milford chronicle., 1926-01-29

boards. None had been painted and
of course, looked bad. Oh, boy-the
roads. They are simply dirt and
as it had rained in this swamp sec
ton for twenty days, so we were
told, and heavy traffic had passed,
it was almost impossible to get over
them, and still harder to describe
their condition.
We saw many cars stuck and
planks were laid down to make a
surface to help the poor autos
wallow through the mud for miles.
Probably our most impressive
experience was when we crossed
the Altamaha River by ferry
barge. The approach to it was
through water and mud for proba-
bly, several hundred yards, under
which was the corduroy planks and
you had to watch your step. The
ferry was driven by Ford engine,
guided by a cable, and there was
only room for our machine and
Ford Coupe. Mrs. Davis asked the
old man in charge eff anybody was
ever drowned in crossing" He ans
wered, mo nam, it is not danger
Gus, just looks So 1t took about
five minutes to get the information.
Friday we could not make but 125
miles because of the bad roads, and
stopped at Folkstone, Ga, which is
a trunk line railroad town. Sixty
seven trains pass through there
daily for Florida.
Saturday we crossed the st.
Marys River into Florida, and
started our trip over that beautiful
state on the Dixie Highway, and fl
nally reached Jacksonville for our
breakfast. We passed over a Won
derfully constructed toll bridge,
which carries about 5000 automo-
biles each day for the past month
all entering Florida.
Cars from almost every state in
the United States and Canada are
noticed.
From Jacksonville to st. Angus
tine there is little to hold atten-
tiOn of the tourist. But the old city
of st. Augustine with its palms,
beautiful homes and hotels, will
have our closer attention as we re-
turn home.
From here the white potato dis
trict, where millions of dollars
worth are grown each year, is pass
ed through to reach Dayton. The
drive along the Indian River among
the palm trees overhanging the
highway and the many groves along
the route, commences to impress
the visitor. The orange groves,
grape fruit and other tropical
fruits were wonderful to us who
had never seen the like before.
At Titusville we stopped over
night and saw the first Florida
roses blooming.
Sunday we started the last 217
miles of our journey in a heavy
rain. 1t rained at some hour in the
day from the beginning of our
trip. The drive to Miami from here
was mostly in undulating country
but even way out there town sites
are laid off, with streets laid out
and named, with pavements laid off.
We finally entered Miami in the
rain after a days driving. Monday
we went to Coral Gables-a dream
place, with magnificent hotels,
homes and places for recreation, but
to get an idea of the place you must
see it.
Tuesday we went to Miami Beach
another wonderful city which has
sprung up like a story in the Arab
ian Nights Tales. The Polo Ponies
were an attraction of course.
HollywOod-By-The-Sea is another
dream place, and tomorrow will see
us at the Ostrich and Alligator
Farms, and later we will see the
Races, which is a pop
ular form of amusement.
The weather here just now is
quite cool, which is unusual, we are
told, for Florida.
The entire party has had the best
of health and will take a different
route back to Delaware.