Steve'sTravels2010/11 travel blog

Road to Lower Suwannee. Could be anywhere in central Oregon.

Again, very similar to parts of Oregon. This is inner panhandle -...

Refuge sign.

Adjacent to path going to river.

Path to River.

Plant sign. See next pix.

Horn Beam tree.

Boardwalk to river.

Another closeup experiment.

Shows the yellow flowers in swamp.

A little River info.

Taken from end of boardwalk. River looks better here.

Looking other direction.

Had to do it again.

Another plant sign.

The Cabbage Palm.

More of the river path.

Shows canopy along river path.

Majority of vegetation within refuge.

Just invites you in for a stroll, doesn't it??

Lounging gator along roadway through Refuge.

Baby gator.

Shows proximity of waterway adjacent to road. Gators would have been on...

Grassy swampland at southern end of refuge.

Little crabs next to water by boat ramp at picnic site. They're...

More little crabs.

Vegetation looked neat over roadway.

This is the roadway at end of Refuge. Just looked "southern".

I know this may be hard to see, but it's a trail...

Leading towards island.

Island vegetation.

Path to island.

These little guys again. Notice top of shell.

One more crab.

Island vegetation.

Mound explanation.

This was looking up at 'river' of shells.

View from top of mound.

Another view the Indians had.

The 'viewing spot' on mound is at center of photo. Small opening...

At Cedar Key. Heights above sea level.

Looking across waterway, from one side of Cedar Key to another.

Cedar Key is an island beyond the southern end of the refuge....

Just looked interesting. This was sitting about 100 feet from any waterway.

This was part of the graveyard on Cedar Key. Anyone for a...

City beach at Cedar Key.

Same beach.

That's my chair. Enjoyed a little sun for awhile. Water was NOT...

Had to stop at this Country Store.

Probably not something Melinda would have gone into.

Very homey, if you know what I mean. I didn't think Dottie...


Lower Suwannee National Wildlife Refuge.

Okay folks, all in tune now. Let’s all hum a few bars of “Way Down Upon the Suwannee River”……….

The majority of today was exploring the Lower Suwannee National Wildlife Refuge. And yes, there were a couple places to see the real Suwannee River.

Actually, much of the Refuge is pretty much the same – at least the part I could see. The vegetation was either riparian/inland, or marshy stuff. The 9 mile loop road took you through essentially another large swamp, but with much more underbrush and trees. I was actually very surprised to see the amount of pines – appearing like Ponderosa pines, throughout the region.

The loop road had the usual ditch paralleling the roadway. Just a couple of gators along here, and I almost got a pix of a turtle, but he took a dive before I got to him. Oh yeah, and this time there was no guard rail along the road, so the pictures of the gators were taken from my truck. And I didn’t stick around to see if the baby’s momma was anywhere nearby. Both photos were from 25-30 feet away.

There was a family – mom and two boys, who were doing some volunteer work (actually, the teenage boy was doing the work, while mom and younger brother walked the trail) at the River Trail. The mom said they had just begun doing this. He was blowing leaves off the boardwalks – sound familiar Larry?? At any rate, I had stopped at a small park down the road to have my lunch, and they showed up a few minutes later at the same place for their lunch. Being the old P and R guy that I am, I thanked them – especially the teen, for doing the volunteer work, and that their (his) efforts are appreciated, even by an out-of-stater. Told him volunteers don’t usually receive much in the way of thanks, so wanted him to feel good about what he was doing.

Okay somebody, I’ve gotta get an atta boy for that one.

So, a couple of the pictures are of the “Shell Mound”, which was the result of 3,500 years of the Indians leaving their clam shells, etc. in this area. It was really strange seeing all the shells under the bushes and trees.

So on down to Cedar Key, which is an historical community at the end of the road, on the gulf. After driving through the central town – maybe two long blocks – is sort of reminded me of a mini Galveston/Lahaina rolled into one.

Most of the homes had no yards – or at least no landscaped yards. They were either pretty much natural vegetation or a combination of shrubbery, boat parts, sailboats, or other nautical items. This was very much sea dependent. Apparently, this is a major clam farming area. They also had mullets ?????

And there was absolutely no where to go if there were a hurricane. One road in and one road out. And flat, flat, flat.

At any rate, I eventually found a small city park – about 100 yards of beachfront. At least here there was sand. Everywhere else it was marshy bogs. So I at least had a chance to wade a little in the gulf, although the water wasn’t what I would feel comfortable swimming in. Alas, there were no rocks to throw or skip.

When I was on my way down to Cedar Key, I had passed a Country Store that looked, well, interesting. So on my way out, I was intending to stop, but passed it before realizing it, and thought, oh well, I really didn’t need to stop. But then I thought, why not, so I turned around and went back. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to find – look at the photos, and you’ll know what I mean. Obviously, it was VERY basic, with a few – and I mean a few – canned and packaged goods on one wall, with a couple of coolers. I bought a soda for 75 cents. (no, not because I’m cheap, because that’s all I wanted) The proprietor was an older woman named Dottie, and there were two other older women inside chatting with her. Again, some more local color. After I paid for the soda, she entered the sale on a sheet of paper that was ¾ full of other sales. Her accounting and/or inventory system, I’m sure. I asked her if she would mind if I took a picture of her store, and she said okay. Then I took a map of Oregon inside to show her where I was from. When I was walking out the door, I heard her say something to her friends about Oregon. So, my little country store visit was sort of neat.

My last stop of the day was a local café in Old Town. And I mean local. The meal was okay, and very basic. Dinnerware was the type we were using at the Senior Center for the mealsite. I came in wearing a clean t-shirt and shorts – and almost felt a little overdressed. And then there is the local chit-chat, and everybody saying hi to everybody. Real down home feeling! Oh yeah, and one of the waitresses was called Granny – for a reason. And she should NOT have been wearing that skirt.



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