DB Marsh stayed several days at Peacock Springs River Camp waiting out thunderstorms,
then paddled down past Hal W. Adams Bridge, and slept on a picnick table at Yellow Jacket.
He has now has made it to the town of Suwannee near the mouth of the Suwannee River.
He’s having the usual kind of river misadventures.
This is an example of why it’s usually not a good idea to boat alone.
About 1 AM it was about time to make camp. I pulled up to a steep
bank next to the I-75 Bridge. I stepped off the kayak onto what I
thought was a white sand bank. It was not sand at all, but very
slippery white clay. My feet went out from under me and in the next
instant I was swimming.
He bypassed the Okefenokee Swamp because he didn’t realize how far in advance
you have to reserve sleeping platforms.
So he put in on the Suwannee at Fargo.
Like many of us, he hopes that nice welcome center reopens some time soon.
He is from Montana, and is still amazed by alligators.
“To this Montana boy, seeing them up close and free is a mixture of amazement, joy and terror at the same time. They however wanted nothing to do with me, and would dive from their riverbanks into the water with huge splashes to watch me pass from their safety of the water. I counted 13 that day, I’m sure many more were unseen.”