The Grace Darling room at the Old Powder House Inn
My husband and I went on a romantic anniversary trip to St. Augustine a few weeks ago. We stayed in The Old Powder House Inn on Cordova Street, run by Bob and Susanne, and ate the most scrumptious orange marmalade stuffed French toast for breakfast Saturday morning. We walked along St. George Street shopping and listening to live music coming from the courtyards and balconies of restaurants. We had dinner at Scarlet O’Hara’s and watched the 2:03 Kentucky Derby race over a slice of Key Lime pie at Harry’s Seafood.
The high point of the trip (other than the time I got to spend with my love) was the Ghosts and Graveyards trolley tour. Rob didn’t hold out much hope of us seeing an actual ghost, but the guide, Chris, told imaginative stories about each of the points of interest we passed on our tour.
I took pictures at every opportunity and checked my camera’s screen after each one. I saw nothing that resembled an orb, an energy streak, or an apparition…until I got home.
As I was preparing to write this post about our trip and to choose a pretty picture to accompany it, this is what I found:
The ghost Elizabeth waving.
I assume that she is the girl Chris told us about who stood at the city gates to wave people off during the yellow fever outbreak in the 1800s. Her story can be found here: Elizabeth’s story If you look close, you can make out the figure of a body with a raised arm. Now, many will try to explain away the energy streaks as light reflections or refractions, but I’ll just leave you with the mantra we chanted on the tour – “Unbelievers be doomed!”