Sunday, July 24, 2016

Kitsch on US1; Nassau and Duval Counties

This post originally appeared on the Desolation Travel blog back in July 2012. I am incredibly busy at the moment and haven't had time to get out and take any pictures for the blog. However, I drove much of this route this past Saturday with my mom, and remembered that this blog post existed and decided to re-post it over here. Enjoy!

US-1 was the main north-south highway in the eastern US prior to the construction of the Interstate Highway System. Interstate highway I-95 roughly parallels US-1, but it is far enough away from it that the hotels, motels, bars, and restaurants along US-1 have all but faded into the underbrush. US-1 is still traveled, but typically only by people going short distances. Long haul travelers usually take the Interstates. My mom and I had popped down to Jacksonville, FL from her home in Waycross, GA the other day, and we took US-1 there and back. The stretch of US-1 between its intersection with I-10 in Jacksonville and the Florida/Georgia border is dotted with the remains of old motels.

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(The map's a tad backwards - pictures start at B and go towards A)

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At the intersection of US-1 and I-10

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At the intersection of US-1 and I-10

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US-1, between Callahan and Hilliard

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US-1, between Callahan and Hilliard

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US-1, between Callahan and Hilliard

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US-1, between Callahan and Hilliard

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US-1 in Hilliard

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US-1 between Hilliard and the GA border

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US-1 between Hilliard and the GA border

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Island Grove

Island Grove epitomizes the concept of Desolation Florida (even if, oddly enough, it is home to a winery). There is very little information available online about this community, and most of what I have learned came from the GhostTowns.com website. The community was established in 1882, in the center of an area of north-central Florida filled with swamps, rivers, and lakes. The reasonably dry and habitable area that became known as Island Grove was for a time accessible only by rail, hence its name. The town grew to over 400 residents, and who made a living mainly through farming and fishing. In its heyday, Island Grove boasted two churches, a school, a grocery, a post office, a Masonic Lodge, and a packing plant. Unfortunately, the only photograph I have been able to find of old Island Grove is of a farmer identified as Alfred E. Warden, standing in front of the biggest okra patch I have ever seen:



Alfred E. Warden in front of his okra in Island Grove, ca 1930 (source)

I do not know when or why the town fell into decline. Perhaps it is due to the fact that while it is located along Highway 301, it is far from any of the interstate highways. Perhaps it had to do with the decline of the railroad. Perhaps one of the major freezes did the agriculture-based community in. I do not know. Very little remains of Island Grove today.



Masonic Lodge 125, Established 1924, Inactive


An abandoned store


This was probably the packing plant, located along the rail line.


An even older abandoned store



The old Methodist Church of Island Grove is by far its most photogenic structure: 





I feel like there should be more to the story of Island Grove, but that is all that I have. 

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

McIntosh: not as desolate as you might think.

When the interstate highway system was created, it bypassed many towns which had once been located along what had previously been the major thoroughfares for travelers. Many of these once prosperous communities have since diminished over the intervening years, some to nothing more than a decrepit building or two marking the location of what was once a prosperous community. Highway 441 through Florida was once one of the main routes for traveling south to north, but with the construction of interstate highway I-75 in the 1960s, many of the communities along 441 began to shrink in size. If you've ever decided to take "the back-roads" instead of the interstate and traveled north/south along 441, you have no doubt passed through quite a few small and rather desolate-looking small towns. One of these, located near the northern tip of Marion County, is the small town of McIntosh.

If you drive through McIntosh on 441, you will see one flashing light, a couple of antique stores, a tiny local grocery, and several empty and desolate looking buildings. As such, from 441 it seems very much the sort of place one might go when seeking desolation:




The community of McIntosh received its name from John Houstoun McIntosh, one of the earliest settlers of the area who was the owner of a nearby sugar plantation and sugar mill and a colonel in the Second Seminole War. The area, however, did not begin to develop until the 1850s, during which time many in the area made their living farming citrus and vegetables. Following the Civil War, the Florida Southern Railway extended a line through McIntosh. With the construction of the McIntosh Depot in 1885, the town became a regional commercial and passenger hub, and construction of homes in the town began in earnest. Citrus farms in the area managed to survive the disastrous freezes of the 1890s, and the town continued to grow. By the 1930s, McIntosh had approximately 725 households, and was considered a large town for central Florida. Its location along Highway 441 enabled it to see continued visitors once rail transportation declined in favor of the personal automobile, and many came to the area to enjoy the waters of the nearby Orange Lake. 

Nowadays, the town is much smaller. The construction of I-75 in the 1960s diverted much of the traffic that once passed through McIntosh on 441. While McIntosh citrus farmers continued on much later than many other north and central Florida citrus growers, the freeze of 1985 destroyed the remaining citrus groves in the area and ended the town's citrus production. Access to Orange Lake is now restricted to residents of the private Sportsman's Cove retirement community and the private McIntosh Fish Camp. The population of modern-day McIntosh, once home of over 700 families is less than 500 individuals. Knowing all of this, I drove to McIntosh expecting to find it awash in desolation, but that turned out not to be the case at all.

While the stretch of 441 which passes through McIntosh seems fairly desolate, one merely has to turn off the main road to find an adorable, quaint, and impeccably maintained little town. The roads are lined with tall live oaks, dripping with Spanish moss. Nearly all of the homes seem to date from the town's heyday, yet most are in excellent repair with beautifully maintained lawns. An astonishing number of gorgeous historic churches give the town a high church to home ratio. A small community park sits adjacent to the town's tiny Post Office. The McIntosh Depot has been restored, and there are several antique stores off the main 441 stretch. Apparently the town hosts a festival every fall that draws in thousands of visitors.


This is the view if you turn off 441 and drive into McIntosh proper.


McIntosh United Methodist Church


McIntosh Presbyterian Church


McIntosh Presbyterian Church


First Baptist Church of McIntosh


McIntosh Christian Church


One of the many gorgeous homes in the town


Another beautiful old home of McIntosh


The small community park in central McIntosh


This amazing home is for sale. Check its listing for interior photos - it's fantastic!


McIntosh Depot (complete with ghost-trainy signage)


Seriously, watch out for the ghost train!


The central square area across from the Depot


This building is an antique shop.


This was one of the few bits of desolation off 441; a former restaurant near the Depot, empty and for sale.

I've no idea what this is, but it was on the porch of the empty restaurant.

There's not all that much available online about McIntosh, but you can learn more from the following two links: