Dave's Yak Tales

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Rock Springs Run

As no deer have been seen on Dave's Yak Tales since February 25, 2011, I had to lead off this Tale with the one deer I saw on Rock Springs Run today, Sunday, May 1, 2011.   I thought of going to Alexander Springs and Creek to give the new camera and underwater case a true test,  but with the price of gas rising by  the minute, I decided to stay close to home. I'd call the oil companies money grubbing whores, but that would be insulting to prostitutes.

Besides, I have replaced most of the stuff from my stolen wallet, except for the most important thing, my Florida State Parks annual pass. I got a replacement on the way into Wekiwa Springs State Park.  Had to pay $15.00.  I guess when the governor is a criminal, victims of crime have to pay.  Enough with the social commentary.  I launched from an already crowded launch beach at 9:20.
This tri colored heron is the only picture from the launch to Rock Springs Run.  On the Run, a limpkin family.



The brown ball of fluff is the chick. I only saw one.  This little fella was two minutes downstream. Perhaps the reason, or his parents, are the reason I saw one chick.
The only alligator of the day. Here, again, the only deer of the day.


The deer was just past Indian Mound campsite. Right side, at a bend.  The first down Run rental canoe of the day went by.  Very friendly sounding as he went by.  But I heard him cursing at his kid before they came into view.   How can people do that. Opps, social commentary.   Before the canoe, a kayak armada. I would not want to paddle Rock Springs Run with more than 2 other boats.  Too narrow.  Big group, paddle the Wekiva. 
My plan was to turn around where the tree canopy once again closes in, up Run from the Big Buck campsite.  As I got near, a family, in two canoes came past me.  Another group further up Run, at my turn around point.  I'll paddle past them, then turn.  But, when I saw one of the group standing in the Run, I made my turn then and there.
When I heard, "Put it on my canoe as a lever to get the water out"  I figured they'd be there for awhile. 11:02 when I turned around.  Slowly made my way downstream.  The family in front of me were moving slowly, and kids, being kids, were loud. Lucky for me, they took a break in a shallow, sandy spot, so I had the Run to myself from there to to the Otter campsite. Not far, but it was Sunday.  A very fine weather Sunday.




It wouldn't be a Rock Springs Run Tale without photos like these.


 Saw the limpkin chick again, unable to get a photo.






Landed at 12:45 at a full Wekiwa Springs State Park. A guy with a yellow kayak on his roof arrived just as I was leaving.  Good timing for him.  Not a good time to me on the water.  Unless you like paddling with 100 people for the first mile.  The parking gods rewarded me, as on the way out, a spot near the Spring was available.  I parked, walked to check out the crowd in the water. Didn't look to terrible. So, I got the camera and snorkel gear.

 Too crowded at the main Spring vent for me.



A nice cool down, and the underwater pics turned out pretty well.  I'll have to take it somewhere next weekend that has more interesting subject matter.

Hillsborough River

Not by usual scenic river or wildlife shot, but this group is more photogenic.  Except for the guy in the white shirt and hat.  May have to learn to edit that out.  Two guys, I grew up with, John H., who has appeared in these Tales before, and Mike G.  Mike and his wife, Phylis, paddled the Hillsborough with me in February, 2007.  Pre Yak Tales days.  If you are a friend or family member, and don't delete your emails, enter "Yakioli" in the mail search box and you'll find a story from that trip.  We were joined by Mike's parents, two of Mike and Phyliss' children, Tina and Mary, and a cousin, Danny.  One of Mary G.'s children.

We utilized the services of  Canoe Escape.  Here's the group, discussing what craft to rent.
It was kayaks for most, a canoe for Mr. and Mrs. G.  John H. used my second kayak.  Canoe Escape is not on the River, a bus took us to our launch point at Sergeant Park.
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

Juvenile ibis






Goog and Honz



Rosette spoonbill


Almost got the whole fleet in this shot.  All but Danny, leading the way.  He let an alligator guide him down the Hillsborough.

Great egret


Anhinga
We arrived at Morris Bridge Park, the half way point, a little after 1:00.  It's nice to paddle with a friend's Mom.  I usually, make that never, bring napkins with me when I kayak.  Nor do I put lettuce, pre torn into half sandwich size pieces, in plastic bags, ready to put on the ham salad sandwiches.  Thanks. Mrs. G.  Thank you Mike, for the fermented malt beverage.


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)







The mosquitoes were a bother on the second half of the paddle.  I could not find my bug spray before we left Canoe Escape.  Should have looked on the back seat.  Point paddler Danny came back up River, knowing his Aunt or Grandmother had some spray.  I wanted to paddle faster, to out run the skeeters.  But I'd look back and see no one but Mr. G. and Tina (or was it Mary?)  Where are the others.  Boy, they are slow.  Turns out, in true Dave's Yak Tales spirit, they were on an extended adventure after a wrong turn. 
After two portages, someone decided they went the wrong way and soon we were re united.
Osprey





Other birds seen, but not pictured, include, great blue heron, tri colored heron, red shouldered hawk, cardinals, assorted little songbirds, and, of course, vultures. 

We landed a little after 4. The bus came a few minutes later.  I highly recommend Canoe Escape if you need rental kayaks, canoes, or livery service on the Hillsborough River. It is a bit pricey, $29, to transport your kayak, less $5 if you are with some one who rents, but the service is friendly and informative.  They will carry your kayaks to your car.  Unlike the last livery service I used, Juniper Springs. Who's driver did not even stop at John's van as he passed it.  With no one in the livery van but John and I.

I failed to take a photo of the Packer logo on a guy's Wilderness Systems kayak on the River.  This was under the glass at our table at Mema's Alaskan Tacos in  Ybor City.
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.