Our trip to Wekiwa Springs and subsequent discovery of Wekiva Island were a serious lesson in parenting readiness. It was a major fail when we arrived --- no sooner did the van door slide open and our children started a chorus of "we're huuuuuuungry!"
This is normally a complete non-issue as I keep snacks stashed just about everywhere. (Seriously, my car is like a 3 day emergency survival zone at all times). Plus, when we go out as a group? We always pack a bag of food! Except this time? Oops. I have no idea how it happened --- some cosmic cataclysmic catastrophe of misunderstandings and horror. There were no snacks to be had. Anywhere.
We tried to power through, and it worked for a bit. But eventually the whining reached epic proportions and Wesley suggested we cruise by the concessions. Where they had no. real. food. Uhg. I mean, lollipops and pringles, but that wasn't about to happen. Fortunately the gal behind the counter suggested we hop across the street to Wekiva Island. And I'm so glad we did!
What a hidden treasure. Apparently the place has burned down three times, but keeps coming back. Thankfully! It was a bar and food truck right on the river. With sports on the tube and a gorgeous breeze. The grub was wonderful and the beer was frosty.
Next time I might forget the snacks on purpose.
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