Pellicer
Creek, Florida (December 2007)
I fly to Jacksonville to deliver a speech
about suburban sprawl and traffic congestion. The venue will be the UF Whitney
Lab. My audience is the South Anastasia Community Association.
Generously, my host offers to show me his old
boyhood stomping grounds, since he grew up in Crescent Beach. He offers and I
readily accept a quick motorboat trip up the Moses Creek. The creek feeds into
the Intercoastal Waterway at Crescent Beach, and we depart near dusk.
We pass the tallest tree along the shoreline,
and as one can predict, the king of eagles has set up residence at the treetop with
the best view of the area — the magnificent bald eagle.
Soon, we beach our boat and ascend to bluff
that provides us with an impressive vista view of the estuary before us. My
host then brings us back to a quiet campsite, where we sit before a crackling
campfire, drink a few beers, smoke a few cigars, and discuss important ideas
and childhood reminisces.
First thing the next morning, I arrive at a
fish camp concession, where kayaks can be rented. I have changed my mind
overnight. Instead of a long, arduous paddle across the sometimes intimidating
Intercoastal, I have decided the much better approach is to drive to an
upstream put-in point for the Pellicer Creek, thereby bypassing an unrewarding
paddle and starting much closer to the wilderness I seek.
The problem with the plan is that I have a
small rental car. Not willing to let that stop me, the concession attendant and
I fashion a way to carry the kayak on the little vehicle. Carefully, I drive
off to Faver Dykes State Park, where a boat ramp awaits me.
At 9 am, I put in at Faver Dykes. I paddle
upstream for about 1.5 hours through a zig-zagging esturine creek system. Happily,
I do so without other boaters in the vicinity. A great many flying mullet and
bait fish leap in the air in front of my kayak.
I cross under the I-95 and US 1 bridges.
That is when the paddling becomes superb.
I enter an exceptionally narrow,
wilderness-like creek channel. A channel that does not appear to have every
seen a boater before. The creek here seems so remote and so much like a
wilderness far from civilization that I start getting the disconcerting feeling
that should I get lost, I may never be found.
Certainly, the fact that the creek here is
somewhat braided and presenting me with forks (which way should I go?) lends
more anxiety to my trip. “Will I be able to remember this fork well enough when
I paddle back to recall which direction to go?” I make a major mental note of
any sort of creek landmark. “Remember that chain-sawed palm tree and turn right
when I come back. Don’t forget. I ain’t gettin’ out of here if I forget.”
Along the way, I am treated to two otter (one
playing in the water just in front of me, and one scampering along the creek on
dry land to my left – otters are not the most graceful animal when running). I
also spot a red fox darting through the cypress trees.
One also is able to enjoy an enormous number
of heron and ducks along the Pellicer Creek.
I recommend it, and plan to return for
additional exploration in the future (hopefully with a GPS…).
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