We went In Search Of the enigma that is New Port Richey and found a channel that runs into Tampa Bay so I suppose it is conceivable that some minor port-type activity may have occurred in the past. (Still no evidence of an Old Port Richey.) Apparently the city had a inchoate and ultimately fizzled stab at becoming an east coast version of Hollywood back in the 1920's. Now it's a sleepy little town with a few historic buildings on its tiny main street and not much else of note to the casual observer except a nice downtown lake with circular drive and and a modern boat launching ramp into the aforementioned channel. Also, old-time golfing great Gene Saracen lived here for a while.
Who knows why the ibis flocks?
This is the lake downtown. One source claims a 250 foot depth.
I don't know about that but I could not see the bottom.
This is the channel that runs through town.
This picture (and the one below it) were taken
in the development where Wendy's dad lives.
Oh yeah! Nothing wrong with being poolside
in November. Fred's development has a pool that
gets very little use except for crazy-ass Yankees.
Gators are everywhere. We use the threat to discipline Otis.