Earlier this summer, our family of three took a trip to Washington Oaks State Park. It is an easy one and a half hour drive from where we live. Two very different worlds seem to meet in Washington Oaks. In one area there are grand, swooping oak trees with moss dangling from the branches and meadowy patches of grass. Then, not far from there is the beach, speckled with coquina rocks and little pools of water. I'd love to venture back to this place when the coolness of autumn sets in.