Travel to the old Florida city of Cedar Key

The popular Dock Street in Cedar Key - Photo: Still Gravity.
The popular Dock Street - License our images here.  

Rustic and aged, Cedar Key was one of the "big cities" of Florida. It's surrounded by tales of American Indians, Spanish Conquerors, and pirates. That's why there are a few museums. True that its buildings still smell to the old frontier.  

The old Cedar Key Cemetery with its tombs decorated with shells and the picturesque Dock Street over the waters of the Gulf of Mexico were good places for pictures. Later, the Steamers restaurant provided lunch. Tasty fish with views of Atsena Otie Key, the original site of the town. Some ruins survive over there. 

The thousand-mile walk of John Muir of 1867 ended in this town. Impressive the many adventures of this explorer. He wrote a book about this trip called A Thousand-Mile Walk to the Gulf - link is affiliate to Amazon, meaning that if you buy it, we get a small commission without additional cost to you. 

Muir wrote about his stop in Cedar Key:

I had reached a point that I could not ford, and Cedar Keys had an empty harbor. Would I proceed down the peninsula to Tampa and Key West, where I would be sure to find a vessel for Cuba, or would I wait here, like Crusoe, and pray for a ship.

He ended taking a ship to visit Cuba. Topic for another post.  

John Muir marker in Cedar Key - Photo: Still Gravity.
The historical marker.         

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