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Cape San Blas Day Three

 

Today we decided to explore Wewatchee—or Wewa as the locals call it. Dead Lakes is a cypress swamp very reminiscent of Big Thicket—and of the Okefenokee—but then we are really not that far away from the Okefenokee. The Great Dismal Swamp extends from Texas to northern Florida. The cypress here have many more buttressing roots and are very thickly placed. The water, though is quite clear. The state has placed grass carp in the tertiary settling ponds as a means of controlling algae. Pine cones littered the area and I was a bit worried about picking up and taking away native plant material but Glen reassured me the people that mow the lawn would be thrilled—the same way people in Wisconsin view anyone who picks up black walnuts.

We drove back and stopped at a local IGA where a man was boiling peanuts and I decided to get some Tupelo honey—a local specialty. One town is even called Honeyville. Clearly I was hungry when I went in as I came out with a Claxton fruitcake and a bag of roasted peanuts plus the loaf of bread and honey that was on my list.

Our next stop was to check out the ferry out to St. Vincent National Wildlife Refuge. The homes along Indian pass range from quite fancy to some plainer ones—but there were a lot of ‘for sale’ signs out. Alas, the ranger told us that the ferry would not be running due to a deer hunt on the island. Spontaneity is fun—but sometimes disappointing.

I’m supposed to be doing something with photographs of windows but being unable to read much beyond that, I am in the dark. We found the main shopping area of Port St. Joe and I wandered up and down the street taking photos of doors and windows—hoping that something will work for the assignment that I’ll complete next week when I get home.

Glen tried his hand at frying oysters wrapped in bacon pieces—quite tasty—the stove top works but the oven does not—so no grilling or baking. I made a lettuce and tomato salad—I craved raw greenery.

Our cottage is interesting with only four doors—back door, back porch door, front porch and front door. No doors on the bathroom which is divided into two parts—one room with the shower, the other with the toilet and sink, no doors on the bedrooms—a problem for us as frequently I do not sleep very well and spend an hour or so up while waiting for pain medicine to kick in—Glen is a light sleeper but last night I solved the problem by sitting in the shower room.

The cottage is decorated with beach findings and assorted prints, mirrors, old rugs, and so forth. There is much to look at—

Tomorrow we think we might run down to Apalachicola and see if we can find an oyster bar. Hopefully our neighbor will have solved his problems and there will be solitude tonight.