A Wee Adventure...

Hello everyone! Sorry it's taken so long for me to start writing again; I've been pretty busy, what with moving back down to Central Florida, getting married, finding a job, pretty much the whole nine yards. And...oh ya, we just got internet at our apartment :)

Since the "Big Trip", I've managed to draw up a complete map of the entire River, based on the course which David and/or I took along the way. I think it will be very useful, should we ever attempt another trip like that again, which doesn't sound that improbable. There are several people within the Riverbluff League who have shown a great amount of interest in accompanying me on a second trip; only this time in canoes. There has been no date set yet, but the Riverbluff Council should begin talking about it within the next several weeks. For such a long trip, we will, as before, have to plan the date well in advance, so that all those going will have adequate time to clear their schedules. But that is for another time.

On Sunday afternoon, David Heath and I set out for a Riverbluff campsite several miles into the Wekiva River. As most of you will recall, he has a bad rotator cuff injury--the injury which prevented him from finishing the "Big Trip" with me--but he is having an operation that will hopefully fix that tomorrow. That being the case, we figured we would do a short, one-night trip, since he will be out of commission for several months after the operation.

Unfortunately, on our way there the short journey became more of an adventure than we had bargained for, as a huge Florida thunder storm moved in from out of nowhere. The forecast promised little chance of rain; I should have known we'd get it bad! We were forced to tie off under a tree overhanging the Wekiva for nearly an hour, waiting for downpour to quit. It was so bad that we were constantly bailing water out with a small styrofoam cup that we'd found floating on the River earlier, just to keep our canoe afloat!

After about an hour or so, the storm lifted and the sun shone through as if nothing had happened. We covered the last few miles to the campsite and spent the night there, the weather being surprisingly cool in the wake of the storm, making it much more bearable to sleep (something that is hard to do in the middle of a Florida summer).

All in all, it was a good final trip for David before his shoulder goes out of commission; our trips, regardless of how short, always seem to become a little more involved than we plan them to be!