Duval · Wildlife
The tigers of Heckscher Drive
Catty Shack Ranch is not a zoo, and it will tell you so before you have parked.
Every animal on the property arrived because somewhere else went wrong — a roadside attraction closed, a private owner ran out of money or nerve, a breeding operation was shut down. The sanctuary takes them permanently. Nothing is bred, sold or traded. What that means for a visitor is an unusual closeness to animals that are done being moved around.
Go at night. The evening feedings run on a schedule the cats know better than the staff, and the sound that goes up when the carts come out is not something a daytime visit prepares you for. Bring a light jacket in winter; the Northside gets cooler than the Beaches, and you will be standing still.
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St. Johns · Spirits
Ice, then bourbon
The building that became St. Augustine Distillery once kept the city's shrimp cold.
It went up as a power plant in 1905 and was making block ice by 1907 — the first commercial ice in Florida, 125 tons a day at its peak, feeding the shrimping fleet. After the industry collapsed in the 1950s it sat mostly empty until a group of local residents took a lease on it in 2011 and put stills where the ice cans had been. The tour takes about half an hour; the tasting at the end is not the point so much as the building itself — concrete, timber, high windows, and a sense that something industrial has been given a second, gentler job.
It sits a few streets off the tourist run, which is part of why it works. Walk there from the Castillo in fifteen minutes and you will pass through the parts of St. Augustine that residents actually use.
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Duval · The Coast
A beach made of trees
Big Talbot Island is eroding, and the result is the most photographed shoreline in the county.
The bluff on the island's east side has been giving way to the Atlantic for as long as anyone has measured it. As it goes, the live oaks and cedars that grew on top of it fall into the surf, where the salt bleaches them white and the sand half-buries them. What is left is a beach littered with the skeletons of a forest.
It is not a swimming beach and there is no lifeguard. Go at low tide, when the most wood is exposed and the walking is easiest, and go early — the light is better and the photographers have not yet arrived.
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