Trip to Santa Fe

Heading out Branford Highway toward Beachville with Rick today to kayak.

the torrential rain set in as we made our way to Sandy Point.

 

 

 

at McManus place, the waters are still high along the river.

 

After nearly three miles and two hours later paddling upstream, we made it to the Ichetucknee.

Camera was fogged from being in damp bag.

 

 

 

the mullet were jumping but I never captured one in flight.

 

 

The Santa Fe swings are still
low they hang as summer showers
the winding river fills
and we paddle

alone for hours
while over the flooded shores
over the docks once dry
the heavens pour
as quietly over we paddle by
looking down
upon the drowned.

We put in at the 129 bridge around 3pm after Rick finally finding my keys I had dropped in the camera bag. We were going to put in at Sandy Point but it had a $5 launch fee so we came back to the ramp by the bridge. It was raining steady and hard. The kayak atop the car was full of water from the trip through the rain.  I did not mind the wetness since I had all nylon on. I decided to take the cameras anyhow, this time in a fabric cooler with an insulated interior. They stayed dry today. We paddled steady upstream to Ichetucknee in the rain, taking about two hours, over three miles. The rain turned to sprinkles, finally letting up to a sabout the time we got to Ichetucknee, paddling far enough up stream until the black and aqua met. We only saw two boats the entire day. Few birds, lots of jumping mullet.
The River was wide due to the flooding. Made it back to 129 bridge about 7pm.
No stomach cramps this time.
Not this house mans time of month Rick said.