Colorful Dock Street
Ida Mae's Cottage spells Mae like my great aunt, Mae Dean. Who had a home on Lac Lac Belle, west of Milwaukee. One of my early paddling spots, although I don't remember much of that. I do recall a orchard, hooking a carp off the pier, and Dad losing it, and Mom always bringing cold chicken, deviled eggs, and brown bread, pumpernickel, I think, packed in a white and yellow Styrofoam cooler.
Walking up G, or maybe, F, Street
I was going to delete this. But it would make a good Batman villain's lair. You kids may not know on the classic TV series, the bad guys were filmed at an angle. Because, they were crooked.
Tour of 331.
Check out 11. The marine forecast was SCEC. Small craft exercise caution. The look at the Gulf forecast confirmed it. So, I headed to the Waccasassa River. To my surprise, I had not paddled it since November.
Launching at Waccasassa River County Park at 12:00
Up the Waccassasa
Rain as I approach the Waccasassa-Wekiva confluence.
Up the Wekiva. As you see, the rain stopped.
The spring fed Wekiva is high and dark from summer rain and runoff
Good to see turtles as there was not much visible wildlife this mid summer afternoon.
Fiddler crabs finding high ground in trees
Another Yak Tales tradition, paddling the Wacassasa up stream from the confluence.
Just as I was thinking I had not seen much wildlife, a manatee lifted its fluke just on my right. It dove, not to be seen, or heard again. By me.
Confluence, without rain
I would not have seen the contrail from the Delta IV rocket launch inside Tropicana Field.