After this year's Gator Bowl in Jacksonville (light air, great food, and a trophy that includes a grinning taxidermied alligator noggin, which, as it happens, kind of freaks me out), my favorite skipper turned his attention to his other campaign –– Spawn's next race, the Ultimate Florida Challenge.
Since his WaterTribe partner-in-adventure, Jahn Tihanksy (aka Moresailhesaid) was in town, the two organized a scouting mission of the north-eastern portion of the 'round-Florida adventure in search of navigational gold. |
If anyone imagines our Spawnsters take a blithe, devil-may-care, pick-up-snacks-on-the-way-to-the-beach approach to this event, they don't know the sailors OR the event.
They started by meeting with the team's mentor, Jarhead (Bill Fite). Jarhead is (naturally) a former Marine and seasoned veteran of the event who has been generous with his wisdom and time. Jarhead has a witty way of telling his cautionary tales –– how he got turned around TWICE navigating one section of the St. Mary's, or the times he's had to dive for the ditch during the portage. |
He lent guide books and told the guys where they might best employ a fully-rested daylight reconnoiter to save trouble later. Such as the bypass for the Class III whitewater rapids of Big Shoals. They took notes and planned accordingly.
Our planned rendezvous was a little boat-access beach at the Route 17 overpass –– an isolated and frankly sketchy location about 19 nautical miles* away. What is it about waterfront parks that leads to so much graffiti, used condoms, and empty beer containers?
Rhetorical question.
Discretion being the better part of valor, I betook myself to a cozy coffee shop and hitched up my trusty interwebs machine. All the better to track their progress.
Sure enough, feeling the pinch of squeezing a lot into a single day, the paddlers ended up stopping well shy of the Route 17 bridge.
At their cheerful phone call, I zoomed over to scenic downtown St. Mary's –– where a friendly marina displayed neither graffiti nor used condoms. Hurrah! We hustled the gear back into and onto the van and hauled butt toward the next navigational prospect. |
Many of us know canoe portages from movies featuring buckskin-clad paddlers named Hawkeye or Daniel Boone.
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But nope. It's c) a roadside slog on a country highway frequented (but not too frequently frequented) by logging trucks.
Which is where, naturally, you can get down (way down) upon the Suwannee River.
Okay, I am going to link this song this just the once.
It includes racially ugly language. It's Florida's state song. And Paul Robeson sings it as if it isn't a slap in the face. |
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Oh, wait, let's have a cheering palate-cleanser in the form of the great Ray Charles' revision of the whole thing.
Thank you, sir. |
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They did locate several pieces of landscape in the lesser whitewater of Little Shoals, and the newly named (more anon!) canoe bears a minor scar or two.
*Why nautical miles? A nautical mile is first and foremost a minute of latitude. And even though our team is almost never going to go 1.5 land miles without a change in longitude, it's navigational tradition.