What’s Up?
I forgot to mention that we were going to spend last weekend at Stephen Foster on Billys Lake in the Okefenokee Swamp so I wasn’t able to get a Paddle Post out.
We had a great time in spite of the frigid conditions including a couple of pretty incredible Otter encounters. The fire really changed the landscape up there much like it did on the eastern entrance to the park. The main part of the lake is open but the Sill, the Narrows and the run to Billys Island are closed (except to scofflaws like us).
We came home to find that the big freeze had once again killed off our wonderful winter tomatoes. I think that is like four years in a row now. Winter tomatoes in Florida are by far the best but – they are a fleeting treat. But as the old saying goes – when life gives you lemons – you make fried green tomatoes – Yummmm!
Altogether, I’ve had six trips since the last post including my annual Super Bowl trip to the swamp and the Shack By the Track in St. George. Great game BTW – way to go TC!
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Paddle Forecast:
High tides will be morning to mid-day.
The weather forecast calls for cool weather to start the week but warming up quickly to the low 70′s. A good chance of rain on Wednesday but dry the rest of the week.
This week’s forecast gets a “Pretty Darn Good” rating.
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Latest Trips:
Six trips – three in the Okefenokee and one each on FGR, Guana and Pumpkin Hill
Ft. George River 2/10/12 – Slideshow
Okefenokee 2/11/12 – Slideshow
Okefenokee 2/12/12 – Slideshow
Latest News and Rants:
Six Mile Landing at Guana is finally reopened and I made a trip down there this week to visit with the Eagles. I’m happy to report that the nest that blew down last spring is fully rebuilt and all indications are that there are at least eggs in the nest if not the chicks themselves. Won’t be long before we see dark little heads above the rim.
And speaking of that – I’m seeing more and more signs of spring – pin feathers popping out, breeding humps (White Pelicans) appearing and the occasional carrying of nesting material about the marsh.
The cycle begins once again – of course, for us hoomins, it means another year older and another year closet to the big sleep but – ah well…….









