Picking only five paddle fishing trips to take in Florida? Ha! You’ll find hundreds, no, thousands, of such trips to take here. However, if we had to pick five, these would not be a bad start.
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Picking only five paddle fishing trips to take in Florida? Ha! You’ll find hundreds, no, thousands, of such trips to take here. However, if we had to pick five, these would not be a bad start.
Susan was suffering from pandemic stress. "I have to get out of this house!" she said. After giving it some thought, I said, "Let's go to Blue Spring. We haven't been there in a long time." The state park website suggests getting there early. The rangers close the park when capacity is reached.
The Tacoma rolled into Stephen C. Foster State Park, not stopping until we reached the marina. Mike and River went looking for alligators while I checked in to our campsite. Then Mike was talking to a park employee. "I don't know that I'd bring a dog out there," he said. "Alligators have gone into boats to get at dogs here."
On our trip around the USA, which lasted 153 days (give or take one or two), Susan and I traveled a total of 15,783 miles in our Sienna van. The van used 702.5 gallons of gasoline to do that, which cost me $2,271.91. The fuel economy for the entire trip came out to 22.5 miles per gallon.
A wet morning found us at the campground at North Carolina's Stone Mountain State Park. A deluge the evening before precluded any exploration of the park's features. Our goal this day was to reach Flat Rock, where friends Jim and Kathy live.
We'd left the Badlands, heading east on Interstate 90. Coffee! I want coffee! Starbucks are few and far between in this part of South Dakota. Siri directed us to a gas station. Gas station coffee is uniformly disgusting, but this gas station had a satellite coffee shop within.
We rolled westward along Louisiana Route 82. Low overcast, driven northward by a wind that carried a fresh odor of the Gulf of Mexico, scudded overhead. The fisherman in me was going crazy- I hadn't touched a rod since I packed them into the car before we left Florida, and the miles of salt marsh we passed provided a lifetime of shallow-water fishing opportunities.
Florida can boast of a river that behaves in a most unusual fashion. The Santa Fe River starts at Santa Fe Lake, flows towards the Gulf of Mexico for a while, and then disappears into a large sinkhole at a place called River Sink. Suddenly it's gone!