Sand hill cranes were making a racket. I went to investigate.
We made the short drive to the Salt Springs Marina and were on Salt Springs Run at 10:05.
I was hoping manatees would be near the launch site as they had been last Saturday. After all, what kind of a guide was I if all John saw over 4 days were alligators, deer, monkeys, dolphins (he missed their brief appearance) and a Space Shuttle Launch. Plus a bald eagle, but not while kayaking, yet. With the warm weather, the manatees had left the warm waters near Salt Springs.
A bald eagle rode the thermals, higher and higher, away from us. It would be nice if it landed on that big bare tree, I thought. It did not, yet. We passed the overlook at the end of the Salt Springs Trail, paddled a bit further down the Run, then turned back. The, or maybe a different eagle, returned.
The eagle landed on the tree I anticipated it would.
Besides John and I, just one other paddler on the Run. Not to many boats, for a Sunday. Two airboats, the first one well muffled. (For an airboat)
We left the Salt Springs Marina and headed to the Salt Springs Recreation Area.
One of my favorite springs.
Saw an otter, dimly, as my glasses were off, across the spring from the entry steps. Swam over hoping to catch it underwater. No luck.
I did not see any blue crabs. A few pics of John.
I gave John the camera.
We left Salt Springs Recreation Area looking for a scenic Forest Road to explore in John's all wheel drive van.
I think when a road is marked with a metal post, it means you need a lot more than all wheel drive, if you want to keep driving. A short drive in and we were stopped in the sand. John's driving skill got us out.
Time to find something a bit less rustic. Roads to campgrounds must be maintained. As is the road to the Pat's Island Trail head. Just off 19, we took it.