when i was in college in PA, every chance i got i either drove or hitchhiked down to Florida. one time when i was in the Keys with a friend, the nighttime breeze you could always count on stopped and we were attacked in the middle of the night by relentless swarms of no see um's (i've since gotten a tent that takes care of that problem) and wound up literally pulling up stakes, getting in the car and driving north. by daybreak we made it as far as St Augustine and discovered a nearly empty Anastasia State Park and totally exhausted, crashed there. probably close to the same time of year (Easter break), but the beach and the water were both a refreshing change from the day before. last place i can remember finding sand dollars. oldest city in Florida, right?