A surly, swirly, Suwannee slides swiftly seaward.
Yesterday, as promised, I took the JEEP into the flood zone of the Suwannee River. Most of my day was spent in Gilchrist county, along it's many backroads, some dirt, some paved, some flooded.
My plan was pretty simple.
Using my DeLorme Florida map book, I visited boatramps and bridges, seeking evidence of the rising waters.
The scene above was later in the day in the town of Branford. I'm standing (with half the population of Branford) on the bridge over the Suwannee River.
Where I am standing is just about the normal edge of the river, the water you see extending along highway 27 is flooded floodplain.
(You see, that's why they call it a floodplain...it floods, so if you build a house, a business, or a farm in it, you should expect to be flooded ... I do not believe you should expect to be bailed out with federal flood insurance, but I guess the taxpayers feel differently from me)
I used my odometer to check how far west the flood waters extended and it was almost a mile from the foot of the bridge.
This place was living on the edge. The river isn't finished rising, so I suppose it's going to be wet inside, if it isn't already. The river's "normal" shore is far out from this building and the boatramp next to it was completely submerged.
A little collage of the wet scenery yesterday. It stayed grey and blustery all day, but today is chilly, clear, and sunny.
I have some errands to run, some taxes to e-file, and then, rumor has it that I will be kayaking with a fishing pole in my hand.
Have you heard that rumor?
Could it be true?
Dang, I hope so.
Blatant self-promotion department: There's a sweet little baby gator video over at PureAlligator today.