We utilized the services of Canoe Escape. Here's the group, discussing what craft to rent.
The two guys on the right weren't part of our group. Which big enough, at 8. Plus me Topping the largest group I've kayaked with 6, plus me at the Commodore Creek Trail on Sanibel Island. If we talk canoes, well, there were a least 10 of my family paddling the Crystal River in Waupaca, back in 2005.
We got on the water about 10:30. Paddled up the Flint River for a few minutes. Sergeant Park is at the confluence of the Hillsborough and Flint. Often a good area for visitors to Florida to see alligators.
The first of many alligators we would see on our way to Trout Creek Park.
The photos were taken with a Canon Powershot Elph 100 HS. I returned the Fuji that temporarily replaced the stolen Powershot Elph 1100. The camera was in a water tight case. Smaller than the old one, but less functional. All functions can't be accessed while in the case. They could, or a least the ones I used, in the old one. I thought the newer things were, the better. Oh, well.
|Black crowned night heron|
|Goog and Honz|
Almost got the whole fleet in this shot. All but Danny, leading the way. He let an alligator guide him down the Hillsborough.
Haven't changed a bit since 3rd grade at St. Roberts. We had told the folks at Canoe Escape to pick us up at 4:00 PM. Based on our pace, we decided 4:30 was better. Mike told the bus driver who arrived to pick up paddlers ending their trip at Morris Bridge, we'd prefer the later pickup, and we were back in the River.
One change was made in the fleet. Mike traded places with Mr. G., taking the stern position in the canoe with his Mom. I must say, I need to get in better shape now, so I am as healthy as Mike's parents when I'm their age.
We had a bit of a delay as we set off down River. One of the group rolled over his kayak. I won't say who it was, but he was able to stand up, and empty the water out with his son's help. (Which may have given the ID away)
After two portages, someone decided they went the wrong way and soon we were re united.
I didn't know Cuda, had a mayor, hey. (Those from the Milwaukee are will get it). As far as "Alaskan" tacos, the story is the owners grandmother perfected the family recipe in Alaska, in the 1950's.