Sat we kicked back and relaxed. I took a nap, finished a book, rode my bike, checked out the trading post and interpretive center. John played video games, roasted veges on the grill and we had left over chicken.
They have these camping platforms along the canoe trails in the swamp. Not enough solid ground to camp on. You have to of course bring your own tents and gear. Some of the trails are no motor boats, so you get the real wilderness experience. This is a map of the swamp with the trails and campsites on it. 10-15 miles between campsites, long paddle days. The swamp is 25 miles wide and 38 miles long.
Sunday we headed back into the swamp. We went toward Minnie lake. The trail got much tighter. john is in the middle of the second photo, way ahead of me.
The tall tight trees only had needles on the top. When they have all their leaves in the summer it is too dark for branches below. We never were able to get out of our boats. The swamp was wet as far as you could see.
Thinner passage. Silent, still water. The black water was mirror like, saturated with color. When we came back we let the current take us and floated. It was totally silent, the only thing we could hear was our paddle strokes, some insect and bird calls, leaves dropping. When a bird flew over you could hear it’s wing beats. The only ripples were from our boats and paddles. We hardly saw anyone else. Incredibly beautiful.
John way back behind me. A Spanish moss covered tree from below on the main channel back.
The almost full moon rising over the cypress in the main channel. These trees in the burn have more light and more limbs. John took some nice shots of me.
The main channel back.
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