Having clearly dodged a bullet, I backtracked to where I had left the current US-1 then drove west on Saint Johns County Road 204 to its intersection with the brick road. The last three pictures are from the northern end of the brick Dixie Highway segment. As I was stopped taking the first of those pictures, a pickup pulling a trailer headed down the road. I waited for the dust to settle a bit then followed it. I stopped a couple of times to look over the bricks and found few places where both cement edges, as seen in the last photo, were visible. After encountering a break in the brick pavement, I pulled into a turnoff to turn around. The truck I had seen earlier was headed back and I waited for him to pass before backing onto the road. He pulled into an open field and, when I stopped nearby, walked back to the road to tell me that, if I hadn't pulled over, he was going to stop and ask if I knew where I was. We talked for a bit and he told me that thing got pretty rough at the Flagler County line just beyond where I'd turned around. He also told me that most of the surrounding land is owned by a timber company and the road is used only by them and a few residents. About six and a half miles of "undriven" Dixie Highway exist between my two turnaround points. A humbling end of day discovery is a Google ground level view of my deepest penetration into the Florida wilderness.

Although she is talking about the road north of St Augustine, Granny's description from 1920, "...the road is brick paved about 8 or 10 ft wide the bricks are loose.", could apply to this section, too. I counted 10 bricks and 9 heel to toe steps; about 8 feet.