Web Design


The Group

Notes Afloat


The Rivers

Future Trips

Past Trips

May 2010

April 2010

Jan 17, 2010

Nov 27, 2009

Oct 1, 2009

Sept 10, 2009

Sept 6, 2009

June 21, 2009

June 15, 2009

June 13, 2009

May 23, 2009

April 2 2009

Nov 28, 2008

Oct 11 2008

August 3, 2008

July 13, 2008

June 21, 2008

May 24, 2008

April 3, 2008

March7, 2008

Nov 23, 2007

October 2007

Sept. 6, 2007

August 11, 2007

May 27, 2007

April 12, 2007

March 10, 2007

Nov 24, 2006

Oct 5, 2006

Sept 7, 2006

June 17, 2006

May 27, 2006

April 6, 2006

Jan 14, 2006

Nov 25, 2005

Oct 21, 2005

Oct 1, 2005

May 28, 2005

April 2005

Feb 19, 2005

Nov 26, 2004

Oct 2, 2004

June 13, 2004

May 29, 2004

May 22, 2004

April 2004

Nov 28, 2003

Oct 2003

Sept 13, 2003

Sept 4, 2003

Aug 23, 2003

Nov28, 2008

Info Links


Slide Show


This site best viewed at a resolution of  1024 x 768

To read about past trips, please select a date on the left.

Visit this site to learn about the adventures of a bunch of rednecks devoted to canoeing the rivers, swamps, and sloughs of the area. You will meet those who view trips as a fun undertaking rather than a demonstration of paddling skills. You will not find a political agenda. The group includes some tree huggers and others who hold Rachel Carson responsible for many thousands of African malaria deaths. There is wide range of humanity represented. Those who would save the world are welcomed but that is not the point of the group.


Another Huge Crowd For The Thanksgiving Trip

The annual Thanksgiving week-end trip again proved to be the most popular Fellow Traveler event of the year. This year's event saw twenty-eight people come to canoe a section of the Santa Fe, and eight more showed up for the meals. It was three dandy dozens! The group came from far and the canoeists met at the US 41-441 bridge just north of High Springs, but David Allerton directed us to a boat ramp off the highway but only a few hundred yards downstream from the bridge. After taking vehicles to another ramp known to David just a bit beyond the SR 47 bridge, twenty-eight people loaded into fourteen canoes and began the paddle. Cassie Robinson, Jason Robinson, and rookie Heidi Zellie put three into the Penobscot 16, rookies Dennis, Alathea, and Lani Lister loaded three into Art's Discovery 169, Greg Baker soloed the King's Prism, and Dan DeBrita soloed his Mohawk 13. Everyone else went traditional tandem.

The put-in was shallow and rocky, and it took a bit of finesse not to hang up, but within a few yards it was all smooth sailing on a shallow and clear river. The Santa Fe is often crystal clear, but the recent rainfall had given it more tannic color than is usual. The weather was relatively warm for late November, and the paddling went according to plan--at first.

The Santa Fe from High Springs to Ginnie Springs is relatively undeveloped, but after passing Ginnie Springs it is the paradise for those lucky enough to have a building lot.

The total distance to be canoed was a little less than fourteen miles, but the GPS was disheartening company. It showed a crow-mile distance of about seven and a half miles at put-in, but soon was proving that the group was getting farther away from the take-out (in crow miles). The boats were on the water shortly after ten, but US 27, which is supposed to be three miles downstream, was finally reached about thirty minutes after noon. There were a lot of other paddlers on the stream, mostly from Jim Woods' Canoe Outpost, and many of them had stopped at the US 27 ramp for lunch. But since it was lunch time, the Fellow Travelers ate there, too. It was still a sunny and warm November afternoon, and old acquaintances were renewed, and the rookies got to know the veterans.

After lunch, the entourage headed downriver. The winds began blowing, but the temperature remained warm. There were enough slight shoals and ripples to speed the canoes in a few places. Poe Spring and Lilly Spring were passed by, and no one saw the fabled river man, Ed. But just before reaching the park at Rum Island Spring, the travelers were blessed with a little more rain. It was a gentle rain at first, then it became a deluge. After a while, the rains eased, but throughout the showers the group kept paddling. Finally the GPS did reveal that the gang was actually headed in the general direction of the take-out.

There was no stopping at Ginnie Spring. The place was crawling with campers, some riding four-wheelers, some canoeing, some cooking, but none were seen tubing. After passing Ginnie Spring, the rain stopped. The banks become rather developed after that point, so the scenery is somewhat less interesting.

It was late afternoon by the time everyone reached the boat ramp just beyond SR 47. Art and Janice brought up the rear, but that is a senior citizen prerogative. The canoes were loaded. Some went back to the put-in to get the vehicles left there, and others went on to the campsite in the primitive area of O'Leno State Park

It is hard to fault the primitive area at O'Leno. There was a shed large enough for cooking, there was a nice place for a campfire, there was running water, and it had real flush toilets. The site had plenty room for all the tents to be pitched and still leave elbow room.

Joey and Carla prepared supper, aided somewhat by Karen Chauncey and Nelda Register. It was a feast of deep-fried chicken strips, green beans, and new potatoes. Dessert consisted of Little Debbie cakes and some pies someone (Maybe Karen) brought.

Dan DeBrita brought a load of firewood, and he built a very pleasant campfire. It was big enough to give some light and warmth, but not so big as to have a vicious air. And it hardly smoked at all. The campers, including those who just came to eat, sat around and told lies and passed the time. Tom Shipman, Jason Robinson, and Cassie Robinson played the fiddle, banjos, and a guitar.

Cassie sang, and she does that rather well. Charlie introduced his wooden-headed brother, Jason. At first Cassie and Heidi were offended when Charlie called him a dummy, but after the introduction they agreed the description was apt.

The night became cooler--after all, it was late November. Everyone went to bed. Doris and Tommy Shipman returned to their motorhome. John and Karen Chauncey went home with Ray and Nelda Register. Greg Baker left. Art and Janice slept in their Tahoe, and Carla slept in the truck. Everyone else--except Dan--slept in tents. Dan just slept outside beside the fire.

No one was up before daylight, and daylight does not come real early at that time of year. The King made forty cups of coffee, and it was all drunk. But the real treat was the breakfast prepared by Dave and Eric Moye. Their dad, Roy, was unable to make the trip, and it was probably a good thing he could not come. Past breakfasts have all fallen short of the Roy Moye standard, but that standard has definitely been eclipsed by the Dave and Eric Moye standard. There were scrambled eggs, grits, link sausage, patty sausage, gravy, biscuits, and a potato dish with onions, peppers, and whatever goodies they added. If the hillbillies could introduce Dave and Eric to ramps, it is hard to imagine what a breakfast could be. Saturday was rather cool, and breakfast took a while. By general agreement, there was no canoeing that morning. Everyone eventually packed up, and all agreed it was an outstanding adventure.