Morrison
Island - Anchorage
“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty,
charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we
seek them with our eyes open.”
—Jawaharial Nehru
After
Stan had breakfast at the little café above the dock, we decided to leave
Welaka. We knew it would be a rainy windy day but we were ready to move on. We
crossed Lake George before any of the thunderstorms come in. Lake George is the second largest freshwater lake in
Florida; it’s a shallow lake 11 miles long by 6 miles wide. Three major springs
flow into Lake George on the west side. Salt Springs, Silver Glen Springs and
multiple springs that comprise Juniper Creek. Hopefully we will explore a few
of these on our way back down the river.
We
anchoraged in an oxbow in the river, called Morrison Creek, a beautiful spot
with only a few homes along the north bank. Morrison Island is home to LOTS of birds.
We watched and listened to them all afternoon. We also were entertained by
several alligators cruising along the bank of the river...several times they
came towards the boat to check us out. They seemed to be keeping a close eye on
us. They even came close to Stan's fishing line a few times...that could be why
he didn't have any luck catching any fish today.
We took the dinghy for a ride around the oxbow before the storms started, there were birds of all kinds everywhere, such a beautiful place. The thunderstorms finally moved in about six with heavy winds and rain, luckily it didn't last long and our anchor held tight. With the cloud cover and no moon, I think this is the darkest anchorage we've ever been in. When I looked outside there was nothing but darkness and the sounds of birds, frogs and bugs coming from the island.
We took the dinghy for a ride around the oxbow before the storms started, there were birds of all kinds everywhere, such a beautiful place. The thunderstorms finally moved in about six with heavy winds and rain, luckily it didn't last long and our anchor held tight. With the cloud cover and no moon, I think this is the darkest anchorage we've ever been in. When I looked outside there was nothing but darkness and the sounds of birds, frogs and bugs coming from the island.
Crossing Lake George
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