Monday March 31, 2014
St. George Island State Park
Eastpoint, Florida
As several people pointed out in the comments yesterday, we are very lucky to have Laurel as our guide. She knows a lot about this area and today she takes us to a place we probably would never have found. At this time of year, Wright’s Lake is known for its wildflowers especially pitcher plants.
We meet Eric and Laurel in Eastpoint and they drive us up route 65 to Wright’s Lake. Laurel came here with her family as a child and she is just like a child in her excitement and joy of revisiting her cherished memories.

The lake is a small natural lake and one side of a no hook ups campground touches it. $10 a night to camp in this lovely quiet spot. Or $5 if you have the Federal OF pass. There is only one camper along with the camp host in the campground today. With that same pass it costs $1.50 to park your car for the day to come picnicing or hiking.
There are no trail maps available other than the one on the kiosk board. As usual, David takes a picture of it. We are told by the campground’s host that the beginning of the trail is under water from all the rain and we should walk the trail backwards. He claims there is 2’ of water in some sections. But then when I asked him if he’d hiked he said no. So who knows. We heed his warning but I’m not sure we should have.

Notice on the map that the longest trail (4.5 miles) that we intend to do is white on the map. BUT as you can see from the key, the long trail is actually blue. We didn’t notice any of these things until we get quite turned around trying to follow the white trail which is very sparsely marked. We eventually do figure it out thanks to David’s pictures of the maps.


We begin on what I think is the last bridge. Turns out it was the only bridge.

Wright’s Lake is in the Apalachicola National Forest. Its area is a long leaf pine forest and scrub. This is the home of the Red Cockaded Wood Pecker and we are really wishing we could see one. The trees in which they have nested are marked with white paint but the birds never appear.

It’s a great blue sky day. Perfect weather for hiking in a wonderful habitat. The trees are tall and straight and reach up to the sky.

Eric does spy a gorgeous Red Headed woodpecker through his binoculars and we all point ours to the tree. But only Eric has a camera good enough to get a picture so you’ll have to check out their blog, Raven and Chickadee, when Laurel gets it posted. She says she’s 3 weeks behind so keep that thought!


The blog today relies on David’s Panasonic for pictures. This is his 3rd Panasonic and as it turns out, it is not nearly as nice as his previous ones. Its zoom does not work as well and it does not have a macro feature. So it is pretty difficult, nearly impossible to get clear close ups of the smallest flowers. These are not the only flowers we saw by any means but they are the best of the pictures he took.
I think thistles are beautiful and this one with its white tips in particular.

I’m making an educated guess at the names of these next four flowers. If you know better, please let me know.
Candyroot

Florida Scrub Frostweed

This one I knew yesterday but today I’m really guessing. Lady Finger Lupine or some type of wild sage.

We’ve walked several miles in the dry scrub enjoying its spring wildflowers when we begin to see the wet areas we know we now have a chance to find the pitchers.

Again, keen eyed Eric spots them a ways off the trail. We go swamp walking to get close to them.

David and I were so excited to see our first pitcher plants in Vermont this past summer (check it out, it was gorgeous) but they were much smaller than these and differently colored. Red in fact.



The ground also turns out to be covered with little sundews. It’s hard to keep from stepping on them. We have to get out of this marsh with our big feet.

This little butterfly on top of what I think is a sneezeweed stayed on the flower a long time but was constantly flapping its wings thus the camera couldn’t focus on him very well. David was lucky to get a shot of wings open at all. I wondered if the butterfly wasn’t expending as much energy flapping as he could possibly have been taking in from the flower and wondered why he didn’t just sit.

We skip what was the beginning of the trail and take the road back to the lake, as instructed, for our picnic lunch. I wish time had allowed us to give the whole trail a try and see just “how deep was it”. But after the heavy rains of the week-end, we hedged our bets.
Laurel struck up a conversation with some local people eating leaving the campground from their picnic and got directions to a place where the wild flowers are supposed to be “thick”.

After lunch, David and I take the traditional selfie in front of the campground’s HUGE 50 year old Azaleas in full bloom. Eric thinks this is a fun idea so they do one too.

Not sure Laurel has the idea, she seems to be hiding behind Eric. <grin>


Then it’s off down the road and boy do we hit the bonanza of pitcher plants AND a super bonus as well. From a distance, the bogs look like fields of daffodils. The pitchers are absolutely thick. Boy tough luck for insects in the area.


In areas adjacent to the pitcher plants are hundreds of Oscelo’s Plume also known as Crow Poison for reasons our weak internet won’t let me explore.




The likely reason for all this profusion is this area appears to have been burned as little as a month ago. The baby pines are making their way back. his trunk and needles were burned to a crisp as were all the other little pines but here he comes. Isn’t he cute??

We drive on down the forest service road which seems to be getting narrower and more rutted. Sure hope we don’t meet someone coming toward us. Thank goodness we are in Laurel and Eric’s 4 wheel drive and not in poor Ruby who probably couldn’t negotiate this. Actually in the end we come to a minor lake in the road. Too deep, too soft and Eric has to back out – expertly may I say – to a spot where he can turn around.
The second spot we find is just a field of pitchers pure and simple. Clumped together they cover the bog. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. It’s joyous! Nature in her amazing excess!! How lucky are we to be right here at this exact right time! Thanks Laurel!!



This is my favorite picture of the day. Laurel and I were both overwhelmed with this scene. I’m glad I could get this shot of her in its midst.

Thanks so much Laurel and Eric for a great day on a hike and drive we would never have had without you. We are going to be VERY sorry to see you guys head out on Thursday.