Okefenokee Lilly

Okefenokee
Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition, Day 99
A water lilly catches evening twilight as dusk settles over the Okefenokee. Transitioning sunset to new moon darkness while paddling through Chase Prairie, a sea of grass reminiscent of the Everglades, provided perfect passage toward our final campsite in 100 days.


Final Hike

Okefenokee

Okefenokee, a photo by Mac Stone for Carlton Ward Photography on Flickr.

Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition, Day 97
The rain soaked team treks from the Mixon’s Hammock campsite in the Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge toward their boat launch. After a short paddle, they will be greeted by family, friends and colleagues gathered at Georgia’s Stephen Foster State Park for an Earth Day celebration and their final event. Photo by Mac Stone.


Caloosahatchee River Ecoscape

Caloosahatchee River Ecoscape by Carlton Ward Photography
Caloosahatchee River Ecoscape, a photo by Carlton Ward Photography on Flickr.

We arrived at the American Prime property and set camp on the southern banks of the Caloosahatchee River. We have just spent more than three week traversing the vast natural habitats of the Everglades National Park, Big Cypress National Preserve, Fakahatchee Strand Preserve State Park, Florida Panther National Wildlife Refuge, Seminole Big Cypress Reservation, Okaloacoochee Slough State Forest and several beautiful cattle ranches. All of these place were functionally connected as one. Then we entered the narrowing wedge of remaining natural habitat leading up to SR 80 and and the Caloosahatchee River east of La Belle. I could feel the tight squeeze of human development on the land there for the first time in the Expedition and a real sense urgency that from a wildlife perspective, knowing that Florida south of that point would soon become an island isolated from the rest of the state if the American Prime property was not protected. We just learned that the land was going into foreclosure and at risk of being sold to developers and that the USWS, USDA, Nature Conservancy, and National Wildlife Refuge Association were scrambling to pull together a deal to save it. It all feels intensely pivotal, geographically and politically. Keith Fountain, director of protection for the Nature Conservancy, came to meet us at our camp and interviewed with Elam for the film. Joe and I successfully swam across the river from our camp. I’m sure most animals can do it too. Some restoration of the floodplain would certainly help bring natural ground cover closer to the water’s edge. We also really need a series of wildlife underpasses under SR 80 along the southern edge of the new conservation property.


The Expedition Begins!

View from the kayak…

Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition

Leaving the marina at Flamingo, the team paddles up Buttonwood Canal toward Coot Bay.

Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition

Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition

The team paddles into Florida Bay.

Florida Wildlife Corridor Expedition


Celi Voyage – Shark River

Paddling the remote Shark River near Tarpon Bay let my mind wander to earlier times when pioneering gladesmen like Totch Brown poled their flat-bottomed skiffs through the backwaters. Having traded wooden pole for carbon fiber paddle and plywood for fiberglass and foam, my YOLO board felt like a 21st century legacy of the original. Peering though the mangroves at eye-level, I hunted angles for evening photography instead of gators for hides or ibises for dinner.


Celi Voyage – Cape Sable


Opening Day

Fog clings thick to the pasture and silhouettes of scraggly oaks float in the distance, their branches left ragged from Hurricane Charley. Crimson hues feather the top of the tree line and the mosquitoes swarm thick around my exposed skin. I would say the scene was timeless, a slice of the real Florida that could be a century old, if it weren’t for the almost deafening sound of tractor trailers banging over the railroad tracks in limestone, and then grinding through their gears as they hum to speed down Murphy Road. The noises start south and wrap around the corner to the east, making me feel squeezed by burgeoning humanity, even here. It makes me wonder how long this land and the way of life it breeds can hold on. I wonder if the animals hear the noise coming too.

Last night I was signing books at the Clearwater Library’s Evening with the Authors. To be hunting this morning seems a world away. Next time I attend such an event, I want to be sharing this world with them. In five days I’ll be in Gabon on my next assignment, and then I must return to begin work here at home. Now I need both hands to shed mosquitoes. The sun’s almost rising.