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It had been over 2 weeks since we left Bart’s hunting cabin
on January 3rd. The last week
had been less than exciting, which we appreciated. The fishing had picked up but was still hit or
miss. The weather was excellent for a
change. We had spent a few nights
camping and a few days resting at a houseboat on Lake Monroe. But now we had returned to the cabin 17 days
later and still 125 miles from the end.
The thrill of adventure and the unknown gone. As we opened the door to the cabin, the wooden
picnic table caught my eye and one of our earlier conversations replayed
instantly. We were at the table eating
dinner speculating on the duration of the trip.
The thought of finishing 310 miles in 20 days seemed hysterical
now. It had been an adventure of
marathon proportions but we needed to go faster. We needed to sprint to the finish line.
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| Mostly private property after Lake Harney, camping becomes a challenge |
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| One of the best days of fishing at the mouth of the Econ River |
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| Great day at the Econ above Jolly Gator Fish Camp, where we stayed later that night. Pic: Bart Swab |
The extended forecast told us we had about 10 days to get
this trip done before the weather changed for the worse. We would be vulnerable during this portion of
the trip. The river was a mile wide in
places and didn’t provide much shelter from the wind. We would also be dealing with strong tides
each day and tricky currents near Jacksonville, FL. Early in the trip, there had been days when the
water was so rough, we lost sight of each other during lake crossings. Being anywhere near the shipping lanes or the
inlet in bad weather was not a good idea.
We had to take advantage of the favorable conditions we were
experiencing now.
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| Why Knot Houseboat on Lake Monroe - Great location (link at bottom) |
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| Fishing was outstanding on Lake George. Eventually we had to leave the fish biting and cover the 10 miles remaining |
Camping wasn’t an option any longer. The added weight of the camping gear, food and
water slowed us down too much. We spent
the last night at Bart’s cabin figuring out the logistics to shuttle vehicles
for the remainder of our trip. At 9pm,
Bart loaded his kayak along with most of our camping gear and drove to his home
in St. Augustine, FL. The next morning, Ben
and I would meet him at the Palatka boat ramp to begin the final push to Huguenot Memorial Park outside Jacksonville, FL.
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| Crossing Lake George - we were very fortunate to find it like this - glass |
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| Satsuma area before AirBnB |
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| AirBnB that Ben secured was very nice and right on the river - great location (link at bottom) |
It was dark when we beached the kayaks at Shands Bridge Pier. The 31-mile journey had taken 12 hours with a
few, unexpected breaks to fish. The daily
grind left us exhausted but feeling enthusiastic about our progress. We had covered 65 miles in 3 days. However, the mood wasn’t optimistic. Bart had a different expression on his face,
one of concern and discomfort.
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| Foggy start to the day |
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| Alligator gar sight fished during our 31 mile day. I had crossed a bay and came on a shallow point. I thought it was a redfish from the swirl and cast in front of it. |
Bart’s neck was hurting the next morning but he felt like he
could give it a go. We checked the tidal
charts and ran the shuttle knowing our distance from this point in the trip
would be severely impacted by Bart’s ability to continue. We parked a second vehicle at Black Creek
Marina in case we couldn’t make the 15 miles planned.
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| Dave Hernandez from St Augustine Paddle Sports ran the shuttle on our 31 mile float. Not having to drop a vehicle was super helpful- Thx Dave! (Facebook link below) |
Unable to make the mileage and uncertain about the rest of
the trip we pulled into Black Creek Marina just before 2pm. Bart’s injury forced him off the water early
that day and potentially ended the journey all together. Not being from the area, we discussed
different options that allowed me to finish on my own but we agreed, it was
important to complete this journey together.
There was another option - Bart would have to complete the final 50
miles in his pedal kayak.
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| This bird got a little too close to this Manatee |
Two days past before we could get on the water again. As forecasted, the weather was beginning to
change. The mornings started calm but
each afternoon the winds would increase to 15 mph. The Lower St Johns is very expansive after
Palatka, FL and the resulting wind-blown seas can get treacherous.
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| Big water near Palatka, FL |
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| Just after Shands bridge pier |
It happened in a matter of 15 minutes, maybe less. We had covered 7 miles using the many boat
docks to avoid the North winds when it went completely calm. Our planned exit for the day was on the east
bank, but we had launched on the west bank.
The idea was to move up the west side and cross the river where it was
the narrowest. We didn’t make it. The winds shifted from the east and the
resulting seas made it impossible to continue or cross. #LakeWashingtoneffect was intense but it was
nothing like the swells coming from the starboard side. We got permission to make an emergency exit
at a private landing. They asked us not
to mention them or their location.
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| Private launch that was very friendly but not an option for kayaks |
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| Shooting docks |
The next morning, we crossed the river and got on the east
side before the winds made it impossible.
Again, we had plan “A” and plan “B”.
The first was to make it to Goodbys boat ramp. If we made it there and felt good, we would
run another shuttle. However, we would
need permission from a property owner because the next public launch was 15
miles away. Well, the second part of the
plan wasn’t a solid option. The day
ended at Goodbys. Only 30 miles remained
between us and our goal of kayaking the entire St Johns River.
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| Leaving Goodbys headed to Jax |
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| Arriving into Jax |
Downtown Jacksonville was a fun ride. We dodged the bridge pilings and ran under
the various trestles. The current from
the falling tide was really strong. It
would push and pull the kayak in a way that reminded me of a plane landing on a
runway with the sudden shimmy and shake that makes you grip the seat a little
tighter.
The landscape changed one last time after Jacksonville marking
our final approach. Cargo ships and
military vessels were on both sides of the St Johns River. Once the steady drone of airboats was endless
but now the buzz of helicopters repeatedly circled overhead. My mind started to drift and recall things previously
forgotten. I couldn’t help but laugh at
the time Ben screamed out as an alligator exploded beside his kayak or the
morning he spilled boiling water on his tent before anyone had a cup of
coffee. It’s funny now but on those
freezing mornings, Bart refused to get out of his tent until someone filled his
mug with warm coffee.
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| The end of 310 miles |
Then there was the
day we had to stop and reload Bart’s kayak in Lake Monroe because it was
listing to the port side badly. There was
so much to be thankful for as we hit the beach for the last time, but mostly I’m
thankful to have shared this experience with two friends who will remind me of
all the things I did that made them laugh and the great memories
we shared.
