Wild & black, flowing 266 miles through southern Georgia to the Florida panhandle, the beautiful Suwannee is untamed by dams or levees. Though he never saw it, Stephen Foster immortalized the river, in his “Old Folks at Home” ballad. A few days before our arrival, a thunderstorm caused the river levels to rise ten feet. Not a major flood by any means, but it was impressive to us & blocked the hiking trails for a few days. The soils washed & deposited inland during a flood are a great source of replenishment to land worn weary by centuries of farming.
We lucked up with a great campsite & spent two lazy weeks hiking, relaxing, painting & playing the guitar. We weathered the extreme cold spell with temps in the low 30’s, too cold for snow birds but balmy compared to how the Midwest suffered.