A Turn to the West
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Day 13: November 16, 2020 A Turn to the West Comment via blog Check Granny's letters of the day |
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Breakfast was not far from my motel and right on Old Dixie Highway. At
Kountry Kitchen With Love, I ordered bacon, eggs, and
toast without a menu. I intentionally omitted any mention of potatoes, but
when the waitress asked "home fries or hash browns?", I answered
hash browns. I guess my instincts were to not go off script when a
grandmotherly type waitress gives you a multiple choice question.
My meal was good but that big slab of
potatoes looked barely dented when I was done.
The restaurant was cool but the parking lot was cooler. Yes, that's my lowly Subaru just beyond the Mercedes. The next picture features just the trio on the left, the next on just the Chevy and Ford, and the last on just the Chevy. |
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I've read an unverified claim that a Dixie Highway connector followed
what is now called Lake Lizzie Drive. Even if the claim is untrue the road
is of interest for its narrow pavement. Unfortunately that pavement is
hardly discernible in my badly over exposed pictures. Fortunately I did a
better job in 2014 and today
I spotted something at one of the homes I passed that let me keep the
classic car theme going.
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Lake Lizzie is just north of Alligator Lake which Granny mentioned as one
of their camp sites. Lake Lizzie Drive, US-192, and a couple remnants of a
former alignment of the US route occupy the narrow strip of land between
them. A channel connecting the lakes is crossed by the current US-192 and
a foot bridge on the older alignment. The foot bridge provides a view of
Alligator Lake and today provided an in motion glimpse of that red thing I
saw on Lake Lizzie Drive.
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Although Frank bought gas in Kissimmee, it wasn't at this station which,
as revealed by the sign by its door, wouldn't
appear for another six years. The big shoe has its
own sign. I passed over the wonderful bricks of Penfield Street on the
way out of town
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Consider those bricks, the trees, and the parallel railroad tracks, then
add the infamous roadside goof and it is easy to see why this piece of
road is one of my favorites. With the exception of the welcome pillar, it
might have looked pretty much the same when Frank and Gertrude passed by.
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Granddad and Granny stopped at Lake Alfred but kept moving because
"the gnats were very bad". More recently, one of their grandsons
(my uncle Eldon) has developed a real liking for the area and has spent
many winters on the shores of Lake Haines.
Here's a sunset over the
lake from one of the times I joined him.
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