In 1765 - still a few years before he conquered Kentucky - Boone had fallen on hard times, and had sell off all his land to pay off creditors. He traveled with his brother Squire and a group of men to the Sunshine State and explored the St. Augustine area extensively, and the areas surrounding the St. Johns River. He eventually somehow purchased some land in Pensacola despite his finanical dire straits. The British owned Florida at this point in time, having taken it over at the end of the French and Indian War.
Just what adventures Boone and crew got up to while they were here, history does not record - or maybe it does, somewhere in some forgotten dusty shelf in a library, but I haven't gotten wind of it. But I intend to find out, even if I have to go back there to 1765 and see for myself.
We don't even really know why Boone ended up not staying here and moving the family down, since that was the plan all along. There are vague legendary tales without provenance that his wife Rebecca put her foot down and refused to move that far away, but again, scouting out a place to live was the whole raison d'etre for the Florida expedition in the first place. So, no, that story doesn't wash. Something here changed old Daniel's mind about going Floridal, and I'd love to know what it was. Was it something supernatural? Something paranormal? Something spiritual that scared him? Or did he just decide, "you know, it's really kinda hot here, isn't it?"
Some of Boone's relatives did come down and make this state their home, though, and because of this, Florida's eat-up with his descendents, or those claiming to be. Even Pat Boone, born in Jacksonville, has often stated that he is a direct descendant of Daniel, which may or may not be so, but he does appear to be related at least distantly. As I sit here in Jacksonville tonight, I sip Tempranillo wine and ponder on the ponderables of Mr. Boone's presence right where I am sitting now. And when I make my frequent jaunts to St. Aug, I wonder why Boone didn't set up permanent camp in such a magnificent locale. To repeat what I said earlier: I intend to find out.