In July, my Road Trip for Creative Loafing took me to the DeSoto National Memorial.
If you’re thinking, ugh, no, not another historic site, hold on. I like how… well, how Florida this is. First of all, although everything there insinuates we know DeSoto landed on that spot. The park ranger even admits that bullshit. Second — and I love this part — is how the big-ass cross is not actually park property. The Catholic diocese owns it and the property on which it stands. EXACTLY that property. At the base, the property becomes county property, and then, a few feet out from that, property of the Department of the Interior.
Made me laugh and think of how well sharing property worked out in the ‘glades.