Fishing planet my kayak disappeared9/18/2023 My anti-social moto is proof that “Good things come to those who avoid people.” Fifty feet past the deer, a flock of turkeys. Another hundred feet past the alligators was a small heard of deer. I launched at the edge of the Okefenokee Swamp, where within the first 100 hundred feet of the launch I saw a couple supersized Cretaceous-period leftovers basking in the sun. The most hassle-free place I’ve ever stayed! Loved it! And to check out, you put the key and $37.50 back on the dresser and lock the door behind you. There is no “check-in.” You call some guy’s cell phone to make a reservation, and you’ll find your name taped to the unlocked door to your room with the key laying on the dresser. I vacuum sealed my dried foods and toilet paper, and organized cookware, clothes, a latrine kit and toiletries bag, and then drug my kayak into the living room and practiced packing and unpacking over and over till everything fit perfectly.Īfter driving for six hours listening to nothing but banging vibrations of ratchet straps on the roof of the car because they drowned out the sound of the radio at full blast, I pulled into the “Gator Motel,” a 60’s-style four-room motel in a one-horse town. I shopped online for those disgustingly expensive outfits that’ll make me look the part, but, instead, made a run to Goodwill and racked up on everything I needed from the Cody Lundin collection. I spent a year acquiring gear, like a water filter, solar power, a sleep system, emergency kit, etc., and spent four months working on a very detailed Google map, where I pinned camping spots, towns, locations for hot showers, historical points, daily mile markers, and where the crystal-clear springs are located. I studied up of shelf-stable foods and packed enough for two weeks, with plans to stop in towns along the way to restock provisions. I paddled the Suwannee River from the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia, through North Florida to the Gulf of Mexico, solo, and wasn't scared! My kids said it was a midlife crisis, but I knew it to be the dream vacation of a lifetime ― before I got too old and brittle to do it.
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