Bald eagle on the south side of the Homosassa.
Eyes off the trees, back to the water. A swirl, moving fast. One quick manatee, I thought. Wrong, a pair of dolphins. Heading down the River. Unable to photo them.
In less than a hour, I was near the end, or rather the beginning of the Homosassa. Two pontoon boats were already there, but the wet suited swimmers were upstream of my anchorage near a bridge. Passed several manatees on the way, then I got in the water.
More boats and more people came as I left, as did a large group of manatees.
The Halls River flows into the Homosassa from the north, about 1/3 of the way back to the launch at McRae's.
I like the Halls, which unlike the Homosassa, is largely devoid of development.
Wild pigs.
I have wondered how the stone house behind the flying wood stork got in the middle of such a wild area.
The Halls has a variety of plant communities, low grassy area, hammocks, wide "lakes", shallow clear runs closer to the source.
All the birds made me think, chicky, chicky, what ?
I saw two other paddlers and one small motor boat on the Halls. Back to the Homosassa, a different story. Full of all types of boats on the first nice day in a while. The temp reached 72.
Drove home, and do something I rarely do. Cleaned house a little, and vacuumed the crumbs off the passenger car. A friend, Robert J., was in Florida and coming for a visit.
He arrived, and we went downtown for a free Blues concert. Got there as Shemika Copeland was finishing her set. Headliner was John Mayal. Kudos if you got the "Room to Move" reference earlier in the Tale.
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