Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.

Henry David Thoreau

New and Old Friends on a Tour of the Sites

Wednesday January 28, 2015
Myakka River State Park
Big Flats Campground
Sarasota, Florida

 

 

Nancy and Bill met Michelle and Peg at an RV Dreams Rally we were unable to attend.  They wanted to introduce us so when Peg and Michelle came over to Myakka for a bike ride, we were invited to join them all.  You bet!    They even came to our site to pick us up.   Nancy asked if I could come out and play.  I told her my daddy says I can.

 

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We head out toward the bird walk.   And when we get there, we find a juvenile eagle flying over head.  Or at least that’s what we think he is from such a distance. Nancy has better pictures.  He is great fun to watch as he soars through the skies. 

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The water is way up and there aren’t the tons of birds we have seen here other years but the usual cast of characters are around.

 

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We saw the eagle again on our way back to our bikes to peddle over to the Outpost.

 

 

Why did the turkey cross the road?  So Michelle will get off of her bike and take his picture and Sherry will get off her bike and take a picture of them both.  Wild turkeys are smart birds.  They also have subtle but beautiful colors.

 

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When we reach the outpost we walk on out to the weir.  Bill says he’s seen it many times so he voluteers to stay with the bikes so we don’t have to lock them up.  Nancy and Peg pose with a venerable old oak on the walk to the weir.  Michelle wants Peg to climb up and sit in the saddle but Peg declines.

 

 

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Nancy is horsing around behind the tree looking for a way up. Her head peeking through does give a better idea of the size of the tree, and the size of her head.  <grin>

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This is the first time I have ever seen the water level so high that water is running over the weir.   They have also finally locked the gate here to keep people off of it.

 

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When we get back Bill shows us what he used to defend the bikes against  all comers.

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The four of them bike back to Bill and Nancy’s for their picnic lunch and plan to go over after that to see the Canopy Walk as the last thing on the Major Sites of Myakka Tour.  We decline that invitation thinking there will just be too many people in the park in mid afternoon to want to do that based on our siting of the full tower just yesterday.  

We really enjoyed getting to know Michelle and Peg.  If we’d known they were going to go back for a chat at Nancy and Bill’s we would have come up to say a proper good bye.  We hope we’ll see them down the road.  They’ve just started full timing and it seems to suit them perfectly.

In the evening I walk out to get the sunset.   I still think it looks almost like a tropic island with the palm trees although that isn’t water between them and the sun, it’s the prairie.

Moving On

Saturday January 24 to Monday January 26
Big Flats Campground
Myakka River State Park
Sarasota, Florida

 

Friday Afternoon and Saturday

 

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After my wonderful Friday morning  with the barred owl and others,  I return to find that the week-enders are rolling in. The wide open spaces around us, with the campsites on either side of us unoccupied for the entire week, disappear.  

To Winnona’s right a large gray closed trailer, the size of a small horse trailer but not, arrives in the late afternoon to reveal two Harley Davidson Motorcycles. 

Apparently the owners also sleep in the trailer.  It had an awning out over the door  until the strong afternoon winds rip it up and throw it over the top of the trailer.  

The site to our left remains open all day.  Then after dark three 20 something guys move in, set up their tent by car headlight and proceeded to get completely drenched over night.   It was great having such a roomy site for most of our stay here so we don’t mind the two day week-ends on either side of our week. 

It’s actually kind of fun to watch the week-enders.  The boys, we discover, have no clue how to build a fire.  We get a great deal of entertainment out of watching that and later on Saturday watching the “designated chef” try to grill hamburgers by constantly spraying his charcoal with fire starter while the burgers are on the grille above.  I guess this is the hurry up and cook method.  I’ll bet they were really yummy.

 

 

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Friday  the high was 80 and it was so warm I wore only a t-shirt to sleep in – luxurious. That’s my kind of “winter”.  

But overnight Saturday things totally change.  We have a huge pounding rain storm with lightning and high winds. I feel really sorry for these people in their tents. The boys next door get completely drenched.  The storm dumps a lot of water on us. Thank goodness this is a sandy habitat which will swallow the water pretty quickly.  The cold front that brought us the rain also brings much cooler temperatures as they drop steadily all day long. 

 

 

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Saturday morning,  water is everywhere.  We even have a lake in the middle of the circle.  Our property values have gone up overnight. 

I dress in flannel lined jeans and a sweatshirt to keep warm.  A perfect day for chocolate chip pancakes with fruit on top which I was too busy eating to photograph.  

It’s our last day here at Highland’s Hammock and because it is a Saturday the park is full of people. 

We bike around the loop one last time and manage to find a “not on the map” short hike on what is known as the dam road.  It does go over an old dam whose works are still visible.  Because of the rain, the swamps have ‘expanded’ and much of the water has gotten too deep for wading birds.  We’re not sure if there is always this much water on the sides of the trail or just because of the torrential rains last night.

It’s also too chilly for the gators to be out of the water so the only wildlife we see today is a couple of great egrets.  Amazingly for a Saturday, the only people we see here at the dam are a father and son fishing.  Beyond the dam we move into a slash pine scrub habitat and find the skies have turned blue with puffy clouds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We bike on to the Cypress Swamp Boardwalk and walk around one last time.  The resurrection ferns on the tree branches are thrilled by all the rain.

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We stop at the Fern Garden Trail to see if Ms Gator is there knowing that it’s not sunny enough and too cold for her today.  We’re right but we do see the blooming pickerelweed. 

And then that’s it for this time at Highland’s Hammock State Park.

 

 

 

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At the end of the afternoon we’ve only done 3.7 miles of biking and 3.3 miles of walking but some days are like that.

Tonight things will be much different from Friday night’s warmth.   The low is predicted to be 41. Back to flannel pajamas and electric heaters.

 

 

Sunday

The low is indeed 41.  I know that’s considered warm winter weather in many places in the north.  I remember being thrilled when it got up to 41 after days in the 20’s but it sure feels cold here.  Made it hard to get up and get going to move on to Myakka River State Park.  So we get a rather lazy start.

Once I am outside packing up, I’m not surprised to see that nearly everyone else is doing the same.  After all it is a Sunday and Monday is a work day.  That means long lines at the single dump station for this 138 site campground.   I try very hard not to have us moving on the week-ends for this very reason.  Let the week-end warriors have it.  But sometimes, it can’t be helped especially in the winter in Florida when reservations are difficult to put together if, like us, you want to stay in state and national rather than private campgrounds.

And so we sit in a line running down the entry road  so we can drive up the little hill, stop at the top, dump our tanks and drive back down.  There are 4 rigs in front of us when we pull up and soon there are 4 more behind us.  By the time we are finished 45 minutes has gone by.  But that’s OK since we are only going 70 miles and have all day to get there.  AND the added bonus is that it is all on lightly trafficked back roads.  I don’t think we have even one stop light all the way.  This is definitely my kind of driving, my kind of move.

 

Monday (83)

It’s good bye to Highlands Hammock and hello to Myakka River.  We were here a few weeks ago for the week-end between our two two weeks stays at Oscar Scherer.  For that week-end we stayed in the newest of the three campgrounds.  This time we are staying in the oldest and interestingly our friends Bill and Nancy are in the site we had for the week-end.  They are here for two weeks.

 

 

 

 

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We arrive about 2:30 and as though they had radar Bill and Nancy come riding up on their bikes.  The two campgrounds are about 3 miles apart so it isn’t as though they saw us come in. 

We get set up and go up to their site to sit and chat a while.  They have graciously invited us to stay for dinner.  Nancy’s potato soup is outstanding and we are more than happy to help her eat it.  Of course I forgot my camera so you don’t get to see how beautiful it is in addition to being delicious. 

 

 

 

Now dessert, pretty maybe but delicious, not so much.   On Saturday night David and I had experimented with a dessert recipe from the Engine 2 vegan repertoire.  Desserts are a tough thing to come by on a no oil no sugar diet.   This one is a banana strawberry cream pie but it is really a dud.  Looked good but the taste was just too boring. 

 

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Perhaps just the word dessert conjures up expectations of sweetness in one’s mouth.  But this one just didn’t make the grade, so it’s a one time pie.  We offered to leave some slices with Bill and Nancy but they declined our generosity.  LOL    SO my guess is this pie will be David’s to eat since he’ll eat pretty much anything.

We finish the night playing dominoes.  Everybody wins at least one round except poor David who had the largest total score for most of the rounds.   Better luck next time David.  I guess that’s why you get the pie as your prize. HA!  

Actually as we started to leave, I told David to make a run for it and leave the pie on the counter but Nancy quickly told Bill to lock the door.  LOL!   

So we took the pie and headed out into the night.  It’s supposed to rain again tonight and be very windy tomorrow.  The water is up in the river.  We’re hoping to go kayaking while we are here for a week but with the winds at 22 mph and more,  it probably isn’t going to be tomorrow.

Morning Blessings

Friday January 24, 2015
Highlands Hammock State Park
Sebring, Florida

 

 

This is the second of two posts on my early morning walks before sunrise each morning on a different trail.  If you’d like to read about yesterday’s, you can find it here.

Whenever I go out alone into the semi darkness at dawn,  my prayer always is that I may follow my favorite poet Mary Oliver’s
'Instructions for Living a Life’
Pay Attention
Be Astonished
Tell About it.

I am nearly always able to do the first two and sometimes, like this week, the third.

 

Today I again walk the Cypress Swamp Trail. 

Because both the gate leaving the campground and the gate coming onto the Hammock Drive are still closed and locked I imagine I will have the walk to myself.   But it is still a thrill when I peddle up and see the empty parking lot.

I move slowly into the darker swamp where my eyes soon adjust to the shining black water and green vegetation.

 

 

As I walk pensively along the boardwalk,  I notice a tree has begun to claim the boardwalk as its own.  I spot a Great Egret hunting for breakfast. I stay and watch him sneak stealthily through the ferns and around the cypress knees.  I am always shocked when all of a sudden he jabs his bill into the water and tosses down some little critter.  I follow him along as he moves deeper into the swamp, stopping when he stops, moving when he moves. He comes right up to the boardwalk. Surely he knows I am there and apparently doesn’t care.

 

 

 

 

 

I walk on only a little way when I feel someone watching me.  I stop.  I haven’t heard anything but I look around. No one. And then I look up.  The light behind him makes him a shadow but I can see I am being watched, by a barred owl.   He is watching me. I am watching him. We are watching each other.

A line Mary Oliver pops into my head. “I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us…”    Something wonderful has definitely touched me.  I am holding my breath.

The owl just looks at me.  He turns his head to follow me as I walk further away to get a distant shot of him.  It’s not a good shot and just then then he flies, only a jump really, into a nearer tree, into a spot from which I can see him better. 

I take better pictures.   He looks at me.   I return back down the boardwalk closer to him.  He just stays.  I’ve never had an owl just stay.  I stop taking pictures.  I just experience this wonder of looking into the eyes of an owl.  It’s grace, just the most amazing grace.

Time stands still. Life is suspended.  Then he silently seems almost to fall forward off the branch, spread his wings and sail through the air back into the deeper reaches of the swamp. Not a sound. I stand amazed at the perfection of this moment.

 

 

 

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After sitting on the bench for a while to take this all in, I walk slowly on.  I’m more than half way around the trail.  The red bellied woodpeckers are calling.  Another great egret is fishing.  I just watch.  No pictures. 

I turn to move on.  I look down.  A little raccoon looks up.  He’s not frightened, just curious.  He walks on under the board walk and peeks around a tree. He moves a little closer as if to get a better view.   We spend some time seeing each other before he turns to continue on his way.  More magic moments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish I could stay here in this place forever but I am nearing the end of the boardwalk.  I’m tempted to hike around the trail a second time but I know that the first person to walk down the boardwalk will break the spell. So I wrap this wonderful morning up in my memory and take my time transitioning back into the “real world”.

It’s late enough that the park is now open so I am surprised to find the parking lot still empty.
I smile.

 

 

“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.”
~ Mary Oliver