I’ve been trying to get caught up to the present Convid-19 Quarantine by covering a month at a time of my first year after David’s death. It appears I’m not quite able to do it. This post might have been part of the last one but it seemed like too much. It covers my 8 days at Blue Springs State Park where I moved on November 24.
One of the reasons I was not posting in real time for that year was that I could not make Open Live Writer work and I did not have the energy or desire to switch platforms. I also just don’t think I was up to it. Back to Blue Springs.
This was my first backing into a relatively narrow for me space with branches sticking out wanting to scrape Winnona.
Without a spotter, it was get in position, back up, get out and look – look up, look along the ground for number stakes, rocks etc - get in and move back – get out and look – get in and move. ..repeat. The mirrors alone just do not make me feel secure without a spotter. I felt very sorry for the person in the car waiting for me. Mirrors are fine but I’m not skilled with them and they don’t tell me what’s down by my tires or over my head. Ultimately I managed.
Lots of folks have suggested I get a smaller RV. Yes, probably it would be easier but Winnona, while obviously bigger than I need, is set up perfectly with solar and MCD shades and steering stabilizers and more. But for all that, she is nearly 16 years old and the money I could sell her for would not allow me to get anything as good frankly as she is. I do not want any debt at this point in my life with my decreased income and would not trust anything built in the past 5 years since the total craze of RVing and especially full time RVing began and in my opinion manufacturers started pushing out much lower quality rigs requiring their owners to spend months going back and forth to the shop. Under warranty yes, but it still doesn’t speak well for the quality and is still not what you want to be doing. So for now, she and I will carry on until she isn’t willing anymore and at that point I’ll probably quit.
My view here is very serene but not the ocean front I just came from. Still the 4 of us, Moby, Handy, Pooh & I like it.
In the 8 days I spent here before returning to Gamble Rogers, I walked this path from the campground down to the boardwalk along the spring run to see the manatee every morning.
I come down to the boardwalk early in the morning, just after sunrise and before the park opens. I’m amazed that it is so cold here in late November. Or at least cold for Florida. 46 degrees my first day and 44 my second. But this does bring the manatee into the spring run and I can walk all along the boardwalk and look for them.
A wonderful thing about Blue Springs is that each morning is different. Usually there is fog on the water which is warmer than the air so the pictures are a bit ethereal. As the sun comes out to burn off the fog it makes shimmers on the water. You have to be a better photographer than I to know how to deal with these conditions. This appears to be a family of manatee or rather Mom and two kids.
This female anhinga is also enjoying the spring run.
Manatee are very large and very docile. I’d judge this one to be about the size of my kayak or longer.
It’s actually easier for me to see them from the boardwalk than from in the kayak on the water. Often when I’m paddling I only know where they are when they come up to breath and take what sound like big gasps.
In addition to the anhinga, the turtles are making their way up onto the logs for sunning.
The cormorant is another common bird on the spring run and river. His blue eyes are striking, his feather design beautiful.
Nose to nose.
The spring run is really beautiful but kayaking is always prohibited. In the winter because of it is a manatee refuge and later in the year because it is open to swimming.
I can’t tell if this Great Blue Heron is molting or getting his breeding plumage. He looks a bit ratty today.
On my way back for breakfast I stop to visit with the mosaic manatee in one of the viewpoints. Isn’t she something! So much work went into all the sculpting and all those tiny mosaic pieces. What a treasure!
I go down to see the manatee every morning I am at Blue Springs. The temperatures at that time are in the low 40’s. The number of manatee between 250 and 300 according to the rangers taking count from the boardwalk and the canoe that paddles each morning from the mouth of the spring run to the spring head. Amazing.
Look at how many.
I don’t try to count them but this is a lot of manatee all keeping warm in the constant 72 degrees of the spring.
I am at the spring head and it is deep enough that if there are manatee, I cannot see them. It’s a very lovely spot none the less.
Many mornings the run is extremely foggy due to the warm water and cool air. It’s difficult to see until the fog lifts.
It’s eerily beautiful.
Not a manatee. A giant gar fish. Well over 3 feet long.
Sorry for so many pictures. I love manatee and am always thrilled with how many there are here.
I’m out before the park opens and so is this camper. Some outfit. She tells me she’s a tenter. In 40 degree weather perhaps these are her pajamas. I didn’t ask. Love the tail.
Manatee are mammals and come up for air.
Are these arms? Probably flippers.
They are so cute.
Manatee are playful with each other and alone. They roll.
One day after my morning with the manatee I go over to the Lyonia Preserve to see the scrub jay. I’ve been here each time we’ve come to Blue Springs and each time I’ve seen the jay.
If you put scrub jay or Lyonia into the search bar at the top left of this page you might find pictures of Jays sitting on my hat, on David’s. But today there are no jays out. Perhaps it’s because the warmer afternoon is not the time to see them. I don’t remember what time of day we came in years past.
It was a nice walk in any case.
But I did see these flyers and crawlers.
Thursday is my first Thanksgiving alone. In the morning, I take the kayak out on the water in an effort to feel thankful.
Despite the dark beautiful waters and the open blue skies, it’s very hard to feel anything but sad.
Eventually the rhythmic paddling, the beauty and the water birds lift my spirits.
It’s not a terribly a warm day but this cormorant is “fluttering” to promote heat loss.
I have headed down Snake Creek which has been a favorite paddling spot for us each time we’ve been here. Formerly it has come up along the back of Hontoon Island. I am sorry to see that it is now so clogged with hydrilla, duckweed and water lettuce, all invasive plants, that no one can paddle through it. I do wish the Florida Department of Environmental Protection would undertake to remove these exotic invasives. But like most environmental programs and the state parks as well, they are seriously underfunded.
I’m forced to turn around.
White Ibis fly in in flocks and land in the trees.
The Little Blue Heron is much more focused than I ever seem to be these days.
Another hunter though not of fish.
Back at Winnona, I make a Thanksgiving meal. I’m not sure why. Just because I suppose. It’s hard to celebrate with no one to share it with. It’s not much, scalloped oysters, sweet potatoes, green beans with almonds and cranberry sauce. I’m disappointed to see that in my fog I picked up jellied rather the whole cranberries I prefer. Oh well.
I try to be thankful for my health, for my freedom, for my daughter and her family, my friends who keep me in their hearts. It’s all still very hard. There is a huge hole in my thankfulness.
Also hard was putting a smile on my face for this selfie. But we always smile in pictures, don’t we? No matter how we really feel. Does it look as half hearted to you as it does to me? Alone on Thanksgiving is very lonely.
In the evening, I work on my latest puzzle. I like it very much. It keeps me occupied
On my last day at Blue Springs I was on the water for the final time and saw this artistic alligator pose. Doesn’t he look fine!
and these people clearly violating the law by their interaction with the manatee.
I admit, they are hard to resist. But like all wild animals. Too many harmful things can happen to them if they learn to approach humans.
I didn’t try to pet him but this manatee on the right of my boat followed me a fair distance out into the St. John’s river. I was grateful for his companionship.
I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day.
I spent the afternoon cleaning the dirt off of Winnona. I really really need someone to deal with the chalky fiberglass and simply don’t know how to find such a person or company. Clearly the last 18 months when neither David nor I could do this maintenance has taken its toll. It makes me sad to see it.
Back to Gamble Rogers tomorrow. I made these repeated reservations for David who was able to get to the beach when it was so close. I am sad that he’s not here to enjoy them. Sad seems to be my middle name.