How do I know this? It’s just a few miles from my house. It’s a sweet old-fashioned Florida town, the kind we’d often see in the seventies as we drove through the state on vacation. It’s the same place the water’s named for. They really do have some incredible geology that is responsible for the water quality.
However, it’s central Florida, and the truth is that they get few westerly breezes (that’s the Zephyr part). It’s swelteringly hot most of the year, and without a sea breeze, Florida is simply a miserable place to be in the summertime. The other part of the name that throws me is the “hills” bit. The most likely candidate for any hill in the entire city (county, for that matter) is the occasional mound of dirt piled up by the local road crew in their attempts to speed along progress.
So, Zephyrhills, while it produces lovely bottled water and some very cute old Florida photo ops, is fooling you if you are wooed by their empty promises.
However, you probably aren’t. Sweet little town, though.