Today was splashtastic as I paddled my way to St. Augustine, Florida! Can you believe I got to see the historic Castillo de San Marcos? Just imagine me bobbing about on the gentle waves of the Matanzas River, gazing at that massive fortress standing proud against the bright blue sky. Those coquina walls looked so inviting; they practically called my name!

Let me tell you, Castillo San Marcos is not just any old fort; it’s one of the most incredible national parks in the Sunshine State! This magnificent structure was built way back in the 17th century, starting in 1672, by the clever Spanish to keep their empire safe from nosy neighbours. They had to deal with the British, pirates, and who knows what else!

The fort has a remarkable history of resilience. In 1702, the British attempted to attack, but to no avail. They couldn’t breach those impenetrable walls, not even when they set the city ablaze! This is a fort with some serious street cred! Subsequent attacks in 1728 and 1740 were just as fruitless—those Brits must’ve been so frustrated!

After a whirlwind of history, Florida became a British colony in 1763. This place has seen many changes; it’s like a soap opera! During the Revolutionary War, the Castillo transformed into a military prison and held three signers of the Declaration of Independence within its walls. Can you imagine the stories they must have shared?


I felt a bit awestruck by the impressive row of cannons and the fascinating history of weaponry that played a vital role in protecting this significant piece of land.

When Florida returned to Spain in 1784, the Castillo was renamed Fort Marion in honour of a revolutionary hero. By 1822, Florida had permanently become under the domain of the United States, and in a heartwarming twist, it returned to its original name, Castillo de San Marcos, in 1942!

Now, let’s talk about the vibes! The fort was buzzing with families snapping photos, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as little ones posed with their rubber duckies! I, of course, had the best view! Peeking through those narrow windows, I imagined the brave soldiers who once stood sentinel, watching the glimmering waters. The ramparts offered stunning views of the coastline and sailboats gliding along, and oh, how I wished for a ride! But alas, I’m just a duck!

This stronghold has seen over 315 years of history, and here I was—a little rubber duck soaking it all in.

When I returned to my cozy little pond, I couldn’t wait to regale my bath toy buddies with tales of my day at Castillo de San Marcos! I might be a quacking duck, but now I’m carrying a treasure trove of history. Quack-tastic, right?
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