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Posted -- 5/19/02
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********************************************************************************************************* Levels at White Springs on the days of the trip May 4th & 5th 2002
were 50.25 and 50.20 respectively. Weather was hot, overcast in the mornings, possibly due in part to the fires in the Okefenokee. I mapped the route and waypoints using a GPS set on NAD-27 coordinates and Topozone.com maps.
The total length of our trip was 20.4 miles, the last 1/2 mile was a jaunt down and back from the take out to the Withlacoochee. We shuttled our own cars to the state park, 15 miles west on route 132.
We launched 3 sea kayaks at the Music Park at about 11am on Saturday May 4th. Both days were gorgeous but hot --great for swimming! We saw only one other person the first day and he was test paddling a new homemade kayak. The low water was keeping most of the fisherman downriver below the 751/249 bridge and boat ramp. We decided to paddle more than halfway the first day, so we would have a leisurely paddle on Sunday and an early finish. It was amazing how low the water was. The current was almost non-existent. We were more interested in sightseeing than paddling, so we only averaged a speed of 2½ miles an hour. The feeder creeks like Ratliff, Mitchell, and Mill were almost non-existent. Holton Creek was a mere shadow of itself.
The Alapaha Rise (30°26'12"/-083°05"23") on the right was about 20 feet wide and had a strong resemblance to rapids. The confluence with the Alapaha River was consequently unspectacular. We speculated that water levels were so low that most of the Alapaha waters were feeding into the Suwannee through the rise. Heed the warnings about a lack of camping areas after
Holton Creek. We camped on the right at about 30°25'50.5"/-083°04'39.8". I estimated we had gone about 11½ miles. It was the last suitable sand bar for camping that was halfway but not too close to roads or boat ramps. It is not suitable for a large group (we had three small tents). We passed up two larger sand bars on the left at 30°25'40.7"/-083°03'40.3" and 30°25'37.1"/-083°03'37.6", because we wanted to paddle another hour and shorten our day Sunday. There were a few places below the 249/751 bridge, but they would have been further than we wanted to go our first day. We finished at the state park around noon on Sunday after 3 hours of paddling. "McGoldrick, Kathryn" KMCGOLDR@unf.edu
4/7/01 to 4/12 ?????
To fill you in on our trip!!! We made it finally. Our trip began April 07, 2001 with 2 adults and nine children ranging in ages from 2 to 17 yrs. of age.... Our trip began in Fargo. The skies were overcast and it was pretty hot out there. I'm not too good with the water levels but for us and our four canoes it was perfect even though we knew to take your advice on how far to go and put down, we were a little afraid that we had not gone down far enough so we pushed till about 6:00 PM which was great cause we had enough time to pitch the tents and eat some dinner as far as lunch went we never stopped for it. We gathered the boats together on the river and handed out sandwiches the kids loved the Ritz crackers and pepperoni thing it was a huge hit!!!
The only reason for us being worried we didn't go down far enough is due to the people in GA. telling us you all have a long way to go so we were a little worried. The first night was pretty strange -- as soon as night fell a small motor boat came through and was asking where Jacksonville was I pointed east <laughing> but they said they were lost and I believed them they went on down the river and suddenly the motor was no longer heard so I pretty much stayed up with my best friend and we listened all night. I turned on the cell which worked fine all day to check the time -- it was 2:00 am when we started to hear screams <<help>> constantly so we knew we were being messed with and woke up the 17 year old boy to help us make sure everything was okay we had our pocket knife , pepper spray , and anything else sharp by our sides we fell asleep in our loungers needless to say, <smiling > We woke up and gathered everything together and were on our way down river with breakfast bars and coffee in hand we finally came along a creek at midday and took a rest and all the kids wanted to check it out.
Our little city dwellers were really into it until 3 of us ventured into the woods and we actually got lost and started thinking about Blare Witch project so we started yelling for the bigger group to talk our way <yell> back. It was spooky. After getting all cut up by these thorny vines the kids decided to take a bath in a huge pit of mud. (We have video) it was so funny the little kids in the group were standing in a mud pit up to there waists -- you had to have been there, It was cooling and fun for them. We again ate our Ritz and pepperoni and some BLT sandwiches and headed out again. We finally hit Hwy 6 at about 3:30 I think-- and were so excited cause we thought we would never see anyone again due to being pestered by the GA people telling us we took a wrong turn and we were really far from Fla. line. We got there and we were proud the kids kept singing the survivor song and cheering for our accomplishment for the day we kept going and praying we would get a nice slope of the white sand but well we had to go a little longer than we expected to find one. I'm not sure but I think it was a spot you were at Bill. We set up camp again a little later probably around 7:00 PM and as night fall we were all having fun flashing our flashlights in the huge roots of the trees that made an awesome wall along our campsite the kids were having fun catching craw dads along the banks they were easily seen by flashing the light into the water it was like lobstering but for little guys we fished with chicken liver we got back at White Springs before the trip and didn't even get a bite the hole trip.
We all went to sleep and of course my
ears were on patrol when I heard something messing with our garbage bag I went out
what creature it could be and I didn't see anything until I started hearing
a grunting noise. I flashed the light over to a bush next to the bag and
there was this nasty old ticked off black pig he looked really mean but left quickly after
grunts of my own. We woke up the next morning and I ran to see if I would
have a huge trash mess to pick up but nope he was a good boy never messed
with it again. On this morning we were hungry so we chowed down
our breakfast bars and coffee while the kids had smores for breakfast. I
figured it would give them a boost of energy and it did. They loaded the boats
up while me and my best friend took mini baths. When they were done we headed
off again we really got hyped up when some fishermen told us there was some
rough water up ahead we were scared but excited and the little kids clung to the
sides and us. We never knew there could be sooo many hands. We came to this
rough area which I knew was not little shoals
nor big shoals but it turned out to be pretty fast moving but nothing to
fret over. It was fun, then we came across a huge tree with the perfect rope
for swinging and swimming. Tee hee-- everyone had their bathing suits on and waiting for everyone to get the nerve to hit the water -- except for my best-friend who left her bathing suit at the motel It was too neat all the girls washed there hair then swung into the water to rinse, then would do the conditioner thing and swing back into rinse. My best friend could not help but jump in in underclothes <too funny > we recorded that too!!
We got back into our canoes to paddle down a ways where we spotted signs for Big Shoals 500 yards ahead. The adrenaline began to rise for all of us after seeing water silently dripping down the sides of the banks and enjoying the silence -- we began getting really excited about finally seeing what we all were waiting for -- mother nature at her best! Everyone got this burst of energy and we were paddling ten times faster than we had in the entire trip. The closer you get, the easier it is to miss the signs. Even more so, making sure little hands and feet were in the boat and they weren't getting too brave. All of the sudden the oldest boy in the group started cheering he was in front of all of us that told me "okay we're here." I began to yell at him to make sure he would stay left bank but he began to yell at me saying its not that bad, so me and my crew on the boat began to
race toward him to make sure he would get to the portage before it would be too late -- needless to say I tied him to my boat and dragged him to the left side. We didn't see the portage at big shoals till we got right up on it. And then we had to grab the other 2 boats coming. After we finally got up and out of the water, we realized one of our little ones was having a really bad allergic reaction to something so we decided we would have to call for help. After finally getting a little bar on my cell phone for some reason or another, we could not get a good reach on our cellphones.
We got in touch with EMS who then contacted American Canoe Adventures who let them know exactly where we were. If not for them I really truly do not think they would have gotten to us as quick as they did because they thought they could get to us from the west side of the river -- but I told them there was no way -- anyway they finally got to us and everything turned out okay the little girl was having a reaction from the BullFrog sunblock lotion we had put on her. After all this we decided to just head on down the river to get into a hotel but the EMS advised us that was not a good idea due to not having much more light left so we pitched up our tents there and called it a night.
My best friend and I cleaned the canoes out and had everything cleaned up to surprise the kids in the morning since they have been such great little troopers. Before going to sleep I went to brush my teeth and the area where you go to put the canoes in -- well it was soaking wet. It wasn't that way before nightfall so that was interesting to me I got my teeth clean but my shoes were soaked and dirty. <laughing> The next morning we started loading up as eggs and bacon were cooking and to our surprise Barry and his son from American Canoe Adventures had come to make sure we were okay. We were so happy cause without them there, I think these two ladies would have had a hard time convincing the kids to get back into the water. They were scared of going in at Big Shoals so Barry, our guide went through Big Shoals and had a blast. We all wanted to try it but decided we would wait till our next trip and do the rafts!!! We made it out of Big Shoals with no problems at all. From there to White Springs -- well it kind of slipped away it took no time at all we were at Little shoals and glided through there with no problem at all. I almost cried when we got to Hwy 41 Bridge cause I knew it was time to head back to the everyday life <reality really bites> but we did get to bring back a little bit of our trip. A Lake City reporter took our story before we headed out and now we will be able to read our story in their paper. Kind of feel like maybe I was a bad parent for bringing my two little ones out to Suwannee a little too dangerous for them maybe? But you know what? They couldn't get half the excitement or even half of the true nature of things than on the Suwannee river they loved it and soooooo did I. !!! Thank you so much Bill Logan for helping me and our group experience the greatest spring break we ever had and will remember for the rest of our
lives!!! Angela Barr ABarr451@aol.com
From -- D. Kenagy
We intended to camp Thursday night 4/19 at the US41 ramp just east of White Springs, but it turned out that camping is forbidden there. Instead we turned down a steep sandy road on the left immediately past the bridge and spent a night under it, within sight of the nice ramp we used the next morning. This was less than ideal, but when you arrive late and are faced with inhospitable signs you make do. (Was it somehow less harmful for us to camp 100 feet away from the ramp?)
In the morning Barry of American Canoe Adventures helped us shuttle our cars to their lot in White Springs. Barry and Wendell told us that a car was recently vandalized at the US41 ramp in broad daylight, but we used their shuttle service for convenience rather than fear. We've been leaving vehicles in remote locations all over coastal South Carolina, Georgia and Florida for 26 years with absolutely no problem, so we never worry about that.
Weather was absolutely perfect. Water was low but passable. We loafed through 10-11 miles the first day, arrived at a nice sandbar on the left beyond I-75 at 3 PM, camped, went swimming, played paintball (kids) and poker (mostly not kids) and shot fireworks. When all calmed down, I-75 traffic was faintly audible.
We planned a long second day to somewhere short of the Alapaha but ended up going much farther. Launched at 9:30, ate lunch from 12:40-1:15, then paddled until we passed two very large sandbars on the left beyond Suwannee Springs. Since it was only 4 PM and we wanted to make a little more headway before stopping (to minimize the last day paddle) we passed them by. Little did we know they were the last for many a mile!
We looked at the free campground just before the Alapaha, but this was a warm Saturday night in April and the place resembled an anthill. When we pulled up there were four boats in line at the ramp!
We headed for the sandbar visible just downstream, but it was posted. We then paddled about halfway from the Alapaha to Suwannee River State Park and at 6:30 found a steep rolling sandbar on the right that was large enough for our nine (!) tents plus fire pit plus potato gun firing range. In all, we paddled more than eight hours. If this trip is really 43 miles as
advertised, we did 43-11-3 = somewhere around 29 miles that day! We ranged in age from 12 to 75. Some of us had sore shoulders but fortunately we had plenty of anesthetic with us.
The good news was that Saturday's marathon left only three miles for the last day. We launched at 11 AM and reached the ramp at noon. Barry arrived at 2:40 and returned us to White Springs around 4 PM.
All in all, we liked the upper reaches best and would start at Fargo if we ever do this river again. The lower part became too wide and slow, and it had far too many evil oil-spreader boats. firstname.lastname@example.org
4/13 to 4/16 By Paul Eisenbrown
Nine of us just completed the Fargo to White Springs section of the river. The water level was between 54.3(Thurs. p.m.) and 53.4(Mon. p.m.) based on the gauge readings at White Springs. The river had been dropping slightly each day. This was plenty of water though and we had no problem with any of the smaller shoals. April is a good time to go as there was much in bloom. We saw a few wild azaleas and fringe trees which were really beautiful. The tupelo trees are the highlight though.
Their shapes are always unique. We would pass under many of them and hear this loud buzzing from the many bees and other insects after the flowers. If you like flowering trees and shrubs, this is the time to go. Several deer sightings along the stretch from Fargo to Highway 6 kept us looking ahead. During our second night of camp some barred owls squawked through the night, just as if they had something important to discuss. We canoed about 13-14 miles the first day and found a nice sandy shelf to camp on. (We used the same site. BL) The second day we went past the Highway 6 bridge and found a site on right 3-4 miles shy of the Cone Bridge boat ramp. (Again - we used same site BL) There aren't many sites on this section.
It always seems like the section from Fargo to Highway 6 is longer than the 21 miles indicated. Maybe it is a case of looking for the bridge toward the second day, like watching the pot boil. Outside of fishing boats, there was no one else on the river the entire trip. Sunday morning the Easter Bunny left us some surprises in our canoes. Who'd of thought that out on the river it could find us!
The third night we camped at Big Shoals. Again no one else was there except us. There are now some brown signs at the take-out and put-in. The first at the take-out is not visible until you are right on top of it. (Amen-BL) A good rule of thumb is to stay to the left bank as soon as you start hearing the roar of the shoals. It rained Sunday night at the shoals, but we had already eaten and the tents were up and ready. It just made for a longer night inside. We needed the rain! The next day did cool off a little though. I am surprised that a new brown sign is at the first put-in point, indicating where to launch. This is very high and slick. I didn't even try this one at the current water level. The second put-in is also slick -- but better. Further down is a nice sandy slope that allows the canoes to be put in more safely. But --This is a much
longer portage, but worth the safety in my opinon. It takes good teamwork to get all the canoes and gear moved. Also, after lugging things into and out of the shoals it lets you know how well you packed and what items were unnecessary. The last day to White Springs happens very fast. It seems like all of a sudden we were there. The shoals were easily navigable. All in all the weather was good and the company even better. A little rain and some headwinds during parts of each day were the only obstacles. We used the Canoe Outpost at the Spirit of the Suwannee for a double shuttle to Fargo and from White Springs. They are always hospitable and efficient. Get out and canoe!
Paul Eisenbrown email@example.com
By Bill Logan April 2nd to April 7th -- water level @ 55.7 to 55.2 when we pulled out at Live Oak. ---- Fargo, GA. to Spirit of the Suwannee Campground -- Live Oak, FL. --- Suwannee Canoe Outpost. These river times are accurate -- (used a hand held recorder.)
We (six of us -- and my navigator -- paddling buddy -- my dawg Rusty) put in Monday April 2nd, at Fargo, GA. We had arrived the night before. We discovered that the state has built a picnic table right beside the river and the little drive through park up above has been completely closed. We also discovered that the great little restaurant (on the left side of the street) two blocks away is not open on Sundays. We had made arrangements with Canoe Outpost in Live Oak to pick up our four vehicles and transport them back to their place so they would be there when we pulled out. We waited around for the Outpost people to arrive since we were in no hurry.
We were on the water at 10:45 AM
At 11:30 we had a small foul-up. One of our guys (an experienced canoer) was drifting -- looking for something in his canoe -- and not paying attention to where he was and drifted into some overhanging brush out over the river. Unfortunately, by the time he realized he was in trouble, he had also gotten into a sweeper in the same brush and turned over trying to get out. Fortunately, help was close by and he was not hurt. However, his ego was a bit bruised and everything he had was soaked since he was not using dry bags. After changing clothes, and partially drying some, bailing out his canoe and reloading, we were back on the water in roughly an hour and a half.
At 1:50 PM we stopped for lunch.
Back on the water at 2:15
2:20 passed a nice little campsite on the left. The sky was blue with little wispy clouds and almost no breeze. What there was -- was behind us. Perfect canoeing. The silence was unbelievable. Nothing could be heard but the birds in the trees. Which by the way we saw several flocks of Cedar Wax wings, and a Cardinal here and there. Often on the whole trip we would see lots of Kingfishers, large White Common Egrets and large Blue Herons. We also saw lots of smaller Blue Herons but were not able to get close enough to determine if they were the Louisiana Heron, or immature Blues. - Though at a distance without binoculars, they appeared to be Louisiana Herons. Not a bird expert, I can't be sure which is correct.
3:35 -- We stopped for a short stretch break.
3:45 -- Back on the water.
4:15 -- We put down for the night early on a huge sandy beach on the right. Very nice site and room enough for 5 or more tents.
Tuesday Morning. We spent a lot of time with a huge group breakfast of bacon, eggs, hashbrowns washed down with two pots of coffee. Spent extra time cleaning up and reorganizing our gear since we were not in any hurry.
11:15 AM we were back on the water. At 12:00 we encountered a strong headwind which lasted for an hour or so though it was not bad enough to cause any problems. Just slowed us somewhat. However the wind was a cool breeze and felt good. The sun was out and the weather was clear otherwise.
1:50 PM we arrived at our old previous campsite (on the left) and were surprised to find that the great little campsite that we have used many times, (about 14 miles and 6.5 hours below White Springs) described in the book (with photo) had not been used for quite some time. It had loads of firewood and needed to be cleared. It is a nice site. It can be recognized by a wide open space on the left just before a hard left turn ... and there is an easily visible from the river, horizontal log we had used to sit in the past. Room for roughly 4-5 tents and the fishing had been good around the roots of the big trees at the edge. (Red belly bream and cat fish.) It was early in our river day so we lunched there and went on our way.
Back on the water at 2:25 PM
3:30 PM -- We pulled in on a large sandy beach on the right. Though it was earlier than normal, I had eaten something that made me extremely ill. The others in the group pitched in and set up my tent, etc. for me. Due to my illness I went to bed right away. It rained lightly all night and was still raining, overcast and the wind was blowing hard 'up river' when we got up. I was still weak and shaky so we prepared to spend the day here in our tents. About 9:45 the rain and the wind stopped and we again had a large breakfast.
11:10 AM we were on the water. After a good breakfast and lots of rest, I felt much better and was able to again enjoy the trip. Though it was still cloudy, the wind and rain had stopped and the canoeing was again enjoyable.
1:15 PM we stopped on a huge sandy beach for lunch. Extremely large area and room enough for 30 tents or more.
1:55 PM we passed a ramp on the right that looked like a very nice one.
2:30 PM -- we arrived at Hwy 6 bridge and did not stop. Though the shoals were not visible, we still hung to the left side and took advantage of the stronger current.
5:00 PM we arrived at the campsite we were shooting for. We paddled straight through without stopping since there were few places worth pulling out. I want to emphasize that it is a long paddle to this site but between here and the Hwy 6 bridge, there are darn few places to camp. A solo paddler might find something -- but if space is needed, this is the only decent site. It's a long paddle but is necessary. You will find this site mentioned in the book as a wonderful site we found after staying on one that was poor but since it was almost dark, we took what we could find -- the next morning, right around the bend we found this site. Since then, we have used this site several times. At this water level, this site can be recognized by a row of small trees out in the water about 20 feet from the beach -- also a huge tree at the end with lots of twisting exposed roots, a large wide area of white sugar sand -- and a nice flat area up above to the right -- room enough for three tents or more. The whole site can support at least 6-8 tents easily.
Back to the story --- It was a long paddle and we all were bushed. After getting our tents up and our gear stowed, we relaxed with a couple of cold ones and they sure tasted good. Built a nice fire, a few more cold ones and the sea stories began. Though we were all bushed, everyone enjoyed relaxing and the camaraderie. The owls serenaded us most of the night.
7:15 Thursday morning we rolled out for another large breakfast of Bacon and hot cakes.
9:15 AM -- We were on the water. It was overcast and cool and the wind was blowing roughly 10 MPH. fortunately, it was not always in our face. Much of the time it was behind us. Later in the day the wind diminished and one could not have asked for better canoeing weather.
2:10 PM -- We arrived at Big Shoals. WARNING -- MAKE CAREFUL NOTE OF THIS! The beginning of the Shoals -- at the above water level -- is dangerously close to the pull-out. If you had never been to the Shoals, and did not know where the pull-out was, if not alert you could easily miss it. If you went just 50-75 feet below it -- you could get in serious trouble. You might not be able to get out of the fast moving current. Someone -- (probably the Forestry Service) has installed a small sign up in the trees. Since it is too small and they used an Earth BROWN sign, the same color as pine needles and the trees -- it's almost impossible to see unless you are right on top of it -- and even then, you still might not see it. Not an intelligent move! The sign should have been three times the size, red on white and should be out on the point so it can be seen for at least several hundred feet upstream. Also, on the subject of signs, the Shoals warning signs upstream of the Shoals are in such disrepair, (faded and almost unreadable) most people never see those either. I knew they were there yet I only saw one, and then I was right on top of it. Newcomers to the Shoals could easily miss them. Therefore, from about about 6 miles (roughly 2 hours) below Cone Bridge ramp (Number 49 ramp on the map) I suggest you begin watching carefully for these signs.
PULL-OUT DESCRIPTION -- it's on the left, at the last possible moment, just above the beginning of the dangerous water. There is so little room here that you are hard pressed to get two canoes into the small slot at one time. If you have a group of more than two canoes, the others have to tie up wherever they can upstream of the slot and wait for the two to be unloaded and moved out of the way. What you are looking for is a small clearing on the left, with an up-sloping gully.
We unloaded our five canoes, one at a time -- and moved them up onto the trail. I had brought along a friends canoe dolly to try out to see if I wanted to purchase one for the future. Not only did all of us make use of it (it was wonderful) -- By the time we got everything into our site and started setting up -- it was 4:30 PM. We had no more gotten into the campsite right beside the shoals and started setting up camp, when two more groups from Atlanta came right behind us. We were almost out of ice so we did a bit of bargaining. We told them we would trade them the use of the dolly for some ice. They were only too glad to trade. They had 6 canoes that were all loaded down. The dolly saved their day. Without it they would have spent hours moving their gear into the campsite below us. We got ice, they saved hours of lugging all their gear. We spent the rest of the evening kicking back and relaxing. Later that evening, the sound of the roaring Shoals sang us to sleep. Our guys said the next morning that they got the best sleep they had on the whole trip.
We were up at 6:00 AM -- since the other group said they would not put in until at least 9:30 We decided to get out first. After a light breakfast, we started moving all of our canoes and gear down to the second slot. (there are two put-in slots) The first one is a steep sloping and slick. We had loaded our canoes and then slid them down to the water here on our first trip. On the second slot, it is less sloping and better to put the canoes in and then load. Due to the water level, we chose the latter. The system used was to form a human chain and pass each item down so the canoer would load his own canoe -- on the water. The guys loaded mine first and I left ahead of them, about 8:45. I understand the Atlanta group helped load the last canoe. The rest of the crew got on the water without incident around 9:45.
My solo paddle from Big Shoals was superb.
No wind, nice and cool and I saw two deer, wild turkeys, two ospreys (may have been
the same one) ducks, lots of Kingfishers, several small gators, and turtles ---
which I have not seen on the Suwannee previously. There were two shoals that were
shallow enough that the water was like small rapids but deep enough that I went through
easily with an exhilarating ride.
Little Shoals was calm
and had enough water over them that I would not have known they were there had I not been
over them several times before.
I arrived at White Springs (Hwy 41 ramp) at 10:30 While waiting for the rest of the crew, I paid a fellow to bring us ice which the guys were happy to get when they arrived. There is a small grocery store on the Hwy to the left about one half mile. They have ice, sodas, beer, etc.
The rest of the crew arrived at 11:30 AM We reorganized a bit, stowed the ice and were back on the water in about 30 minutes.
3:00 PM we arrived at the campsite we were heading
for only to find it was occupied. That was a disappointment - so we were forced to
continue on and find another site large enough to accommodate our group. I might
note here that there are almost no sites of any size between the campsite on the right --
7 miles below White Springs -- and the site known (in my book -- and on the other trip
report) as "The Cubby Hole" -- And that is one
run. The Cubby Hole is on the right, about an hour and a half below the Hwy 75 bridge.
We arrived at the "Cubby Hole" at 5:15 PM -- it was a welcome site. By this time we all were wearing 'concrete bottoms.' We set up camp here and turned in early.
9:30 AM Sat. Morning, back on the water. About
8 minutes later, we passed a nice sand bar on the left that would make a good site.
9:45 AM There is another nice sand bar on the right that is large enough for 3-4 tents.
10:15 AM We arrived at another huge sugar sand bar on the right that is a high one. We had stayed there before. It has room for at least 4 tents if they are close. We stopped here for a short stretch and to check out the sand bar again for future info.
10:35 we were back on the water.
10:45 We passed the huge campsite that most of the college kids use because it has room for more than a dozen tents. It can be recognized by what appears to be a wide sandy road straight ahead of you as you come down the river -- going up a steep hill. I checked this area out the last time I was on the river and it is a great campsite -- though it is difficult getting your gear up top due to the soft sand.
11:55 AM we arrived at the large flat sand bar on the right where we had stayed once before. Though it had campers on the flat (lower side) we stopped on the upper side and ate lunch. We were back on the water at 12:30
1:55 PM Saturday -- We arrived at the Suwannee Canoe OutPost -- Spirit of the Suwannee Campground.
By printing this out -- you can decipher the paddling times from one point to the other. Also-- the other trip report on the White Springs trip page -- would be even more helpful.
Bill Logan -
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