Florida Paddling

In which I have a grand time paddling the Ozello area of the “Nature Coast” of Florida.

I call this little kayak Cheez Whiz. It used to be a deep orange but the Florida sun had other ideas.
So many contrails. It’s hard to find a bit of view where there isn’t something man-made.
This nuclear power plant is now decommisioned. I wonder if Homer Simpson had a hand in that.
I tucked into the shade of the mangroves for a break and to hydrate but stayed in the boat.
It is not a very hospitiable shoreline – a lot of shoals, sand bars and oyster beds.
There is so much to see on this coast. I didn’t get a shot of the jumping mullet or the flock of ducks but this anhinga posed for me. At least I think it’s an anhinga. Correct me if I’m wrong.
It is really easy to get lost in this area with all the tiny islands. I made sure I kept this home as a point of reference for the return home.

© Judy Parsons 2024

Tales From Riverbend 05/01/2024

On the twelfth day of Christmas:

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my good friend gave to me:
twelve days of COVID,
eleven squids to stuff,

ten notched logs,
nine rounds of Scrabble,
eight baby chickens,
seven sheets of bubble wrap,
six ripe red apples
five golden rings,
four moonshine margaritas,
three cans of mixed nuts,
two tattered lawn chairs (joined at the hip)
and an opossum in a bare tree.

© Judy Parsons 2024

Tales from Riverbend 04/01/2024

On the eleventh day of Christmas

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my good friend gave to me:
eleven squids to stuff,

ten notched logs,
nine rounds of Scrabble,
eight baby chickens
seven sheets of bubble wrap,
six ripe red apples
five golden rings,
four moonshine margaritas,
three cans of mixed nuts,
two tattered lawn chairs (joined at the hip)
and an opossum in a bare tree.

© Judy Parsons 2024