A line of cars at the entrance when I arrived. From the bumper sticker on the car in front of me, and the way 2/3 of the cars pulled over after paying, most of the line was scuba divers. Perfect. By the time they registered and got their gear on, I'd be done with my snorkel.
I began paddling down the St Johns at 9:15.
As usual, I paddled behind the island across from the French Ave. boat ramp. Saw a manatee.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love kayaking as I never know what to expect. Except the unexpected.
One unexpected thing is this is the only alligator I saw all day.
Areas like this, thick weeds, is where the "Don't stop paddling" advice came in handy. I did pause, to eat a sandwich as I paddled.
Snake Creek entrance.