|Come on. |
Grab your paddle and I'll show you some of the "other" Wekiva River.
Around here, we pronounce it "WE-KIVA" (LONG I, ACCENT THE WE)
The other Wekiva is down around that little town that the mouse ruined ... starts with an O, but it escapes me now.
THAT Wekiva is actually a state park.
This one is not, but it should be.
Push off from that bank and I'll show you what I mean.
Since we are going upstream from the mouth, we'll need to launch on the Waccasassa River first, then paddle up to the confluence.
When the Waccasassa curves to our left, we will go straight into the mouth of the Wekiva.
Here we go ...
|We are still on the Waccasassa and you can see how tidal she is, even here, miles from the Gulf of Florida.|
This is a place where fiddler crabs scuttle over cypress knees as salty ocean slowly yields to spring fed freshness.
|A juvenile Yellow-Crowned Night Heron totes a crab, that even de-legged, seems too big to swallow.|
|Could you look just a little more dino?|
That eye ... I think I saw it in the kitchen in Jurassic Park.