Driving day. Left Tallahassee and drove to Suwannee River Hideaway in Old Town, FL, about 3.5 hours SE. On the way, we were obliged to cross the Fenholloway River. Both Peg and I noted a foul smell that we thought was coming from Charlotte right after we went over the Fenholloway. However, Peg got on the internet and found out that 75 years ago the state of Florida made a deal with a chemical company / pulp mill 20 miles upriver from where we crossed that allowed them to dump their foul shit into the river which really stinks, in more ways than one. As we got further from the river, the smell definitely went away so we had suspected Charlotte and she didn’t do it. Sorry, Charlotte.
We pulled into the Suwannee River Hideaway which is a nice little park with all the stuff RVers need, including a pond with alligators that come up on the nice grassy banks to soak up some rays. They also have what they call a “boardwalk” which is actually a raised wooden walkway mounted on wood piles driven into the swamp. It is about 1500 feet from a trail in the campground over the walkway to the edge of the Suwannee River. It is a very nice walk and they have a great platform at the end where you can just sit down and watch the river flow by the perch. The walk through the swamp views is quite pleasant, as are the platform vistas.
A songwriter named Steven Foster wrote a song about the “Swannee” river but he was mispronouncing the name, perhaps from total ignorance or merely because he thought Swanee sounded better than Suwannee.