There are places in the South that seem to transcend time itself. Head down a trail with the whispers of "Oh Susanna" on a distant banjo, passing the Confederacy, until you go farther and reach something almost prehistoric. Towering oak hammocks choking in Spanish Moss and thick saw palmetto - this is Florida before the theme parks. Before the rocket launches and the snowbirds.
All this was experienced at Pioneer Days at Sam's House in Merritt Island. I could have stayed all day if it weren't for looming nap times and grocery lists. Can't wait to return.