There is nothing better in my book than to spend a morning kayaking on one of our beautiful rivers here in Florida. The Estero is by far, my favorite.
What I think I like the best is that this pretty river winds hither and yon on it's path to the Gulf. We start by going under a bridge with that cool, damp smell. The sounds of cars overhead and the people noises from the dock where we rent our kayaks soon disappear as we paddle past the Koreshean Settlement. Many of the structures have been renovated from this Utopian town and you can see where the Koresheans built bridges from one side of the river to the other. This is one of my favorite parts of our journey back into time.
After a turn or two and after floating past some homes and mobile home parks, comes a funny house and barn built right on the water.
The owner of this place must have the best sense of humor as he or she has painted cds hanging and twirling in the breeze strung from a tall tree overhanging the river. On one branch of a tree across the river from this house, the owner has perched a row of plastic pink flamingos, and there is a fun bridge built from the house across a small inlet to another part of the property. Every time we have gone past, Big Band music has been playing softly and a rooster announces our arrival and departure. I've never caught more than a shadowy movement from the owner.
I think I need a dose of the Estero River soon.