This was my first time launching from the Recreation Area. I usually paddle up Creek. I had not paddled Juniper since November, 2009. It's beautiful, but the people who run it are not customer service oriented. To begin, after paying $5.50 each to enter the Rec Area, then another $12 each for the haul back fee, $35, so far, they ask for a $20 deposit. For what, we are using our own equipment? "To make sure you come back" It made no sense to me, either. But I wanted to get going, so I forked over another 20. We wheeled the yaks on carts at the canoe concession, took the carts back, and were on the Creek about noon.
Boardwalk to the launch, by John H. We launched just as a couple in a tandem was getting in. John thought we should get out ahead of them. As did I. But, getting into the yak, I sat on the seat back, pressing it down against the seat bottom. Under mine, I could not get it in place without getting out of the yak. So, the couple passed me, and later John. We waited for them to get further ahead before beginning our 7 mile down Creek trip.
Juniper is beautiful, but not a good place to see much wildlife compared to other locations. Maybe because even the turtles camouflage. It can be a good place for deer. I did see 10 on a paddle once. Just one this trip, and not a good photo.
If memory serves as I compose 3 days later, this is the only alligator we saw. Next few pics, me, by John.
Here is where things got interesting. The driver seemed like a nice guy. Saw my Packer hat, said he was from New Holstein, Wisconsin. We had a nice chat. Entering the parking lot, John said, there's our car. He did not stop, but drove straight to the concession area. I can understand not stopping on a crowded day. But with one other couple, he couldn't stop to save us carrying our kayaks? Does working at Juniper Creek Recreation Area even turn friendly Badgers into uncaring zombies? Oh, well. We carried th yaks to John's van, then I went to the concession. Which was closed! Unfrapping believable. Of course, no one was around. Having dealt with the Rec Area workers before, I resigned myself to having a swim and dealing with it later.
I had found, and John booked, a cottage at the Salt Springs Resort on Little Lake Kerr.
John, pondering, is this really February?
I learned John can cook. Garlic steak and french fired potatoes. Don't know about the canned green beans. I did the dishes, we caught up on events, friends and family, old, and new. Tomorrow, Saturday, I would take John to the Silver River.