Looking back at the cabins.
I fixed breakfast, the cabin has a large and small frying pan, a kettle,spatulas, serving spoon, and slotted spoon. But, as mentioned in Saturday's Tale, no dishes or cutlery. Instead of using the pizza plan for my plate, I used the cutting board.
Outside, a man was digging around the canoes. I went out, introduced myself. Doug- I have to chuckle, and am disappointed I did not make a joke at the time, was pulling up the posts the canoes are chained to. To move the canoes closer to the water. He told me the lake has recdeded greatly during the recent drought. Usually, the sandy areas in the above photos are underwater, the water flowing into the reeds. I asked him about the hiking trail. He said there has been recent logging that has affected the trail. I had been on a logging road, Saturday. He also told me the map near the playground was wrong, and he needed to take that down. Leftover when the Park was a private retreat. I also asked about the park gate. He said it does not close, but I could park inside another, locked gate. I had opened the padlock, but not seeing a wheel, did not see how to swing it back. I looked at it again, unlocked it, and lifted the gate to carry back. Left the car where it was, but now knew what to do when I got back from kayaking.
I made the 30 mile drive to Salt Springs Marina. Paid the $5 fee, and was in the water at 10 to 12. Wore shoes and socks instead of my watershoes due to the cold. It only got up to 51, with a steady north wind.
I was having a good bald eagle weekend. This made four. Photos of two.
Coots covered the Run.
An osprey was building the nest above, until it flew off, and down, towards me. Was I too close? No, the bald eagle behind me was, as the osprey chased it across the Run.
I planned to stop at one of the two shell middens, which other than a flat spot well up the Run, are the only places with dry land. A canoer, the only one I saw was at the landing up the Run. I passed the first mound, only to find a group at the second. Probably camping nearby, they were getting water from the Run. I asked if they minded if I landed.
I went into the canal on the Marina side, looking for manatees, none. Across to the canal at the Salt Springs Rec Area. None there either. But I did get to ask the guy on shore if there were firepits near the picnic tables. No, its a picnic area only. Would be a great spot for campsites.
I headed back to the launch, and and then, I saw a manatee. The one in the opening photo. It was hard to get good pictures as it was behind me, pushing the kayak. Then below, gently bumping the yak. Finally, on its belly using both flippers to grab hang on to the bow.
If only it had turned me so the sun was behind me. As I compose this on Valentines Day, nothing says I love you like a manatee fondling a red kayak.
I landed at 4:40.
spork would be perfect, but for the fact it was in the silverware drawer at home. Its in the glove compartment now. So, I stopped at the Salt Spring Grocery for a can of clam chowder, a potato, and a box of plastic spoons. I had cooked only half of the bottom round steak, Saturday.
Next stop, the Eureka East boat ramp. I decided that instead of paddling Juniper Creek, Monday, and having to use the Rec area shuttle service, I would paddle the Ocklawaha from the 316 bridge. There are launches on both sides. I stopped to scout them out. I had launched from the east ramp once before.
To the Eureka West launch.
Back home, where one of the cabin canoes and all the general public ones had been moved closer to the lake.
Speaking of amenities, cabin dwellers have access to the conference/game room.
No balls for the foosball table.
And ice machine.
I made dinner. Nice to use the oven to bake the potato on a cold night. Had the soup, Campbell's select,with added onions, carrot and Penzey's spices (mine, not the cabin's) as it baked. Then ate half the potato and 2/3 of the steak, saving the rest for breakfast. Composed the Day 1 Tale, choosing from the 250 photos left after I deleted the bad ones, and went to bed.