The Spring

As I wrote in my post on my other blog,  this spring that we stayed at for a few days is a geological wonder and an historic site, and only available to us because we are friends of the current owners.  Here is the spring itself where I cropped out the intrusive sonar platform.  This spring is so deep that it does not boil the surface of the water.  It always remains crystal clear and glass calm.

We had to work the canoe around a Federal fence that exists to keep out the riffraff and in our case to keep in the riffraff.  We worked our ancient 18-foot aluminum canoe like a surgeons' needle and broke into this pristine opening above on the other side.  We were now in public waters.

Above you can see the tip of the canoe as we now head north about 0.8 mile into the Helena Run which is the outflow from Lake Denham.  Winter in central Florida means no leaves on the trees, just like at home.

This lake Denham seemed so enormous as we sat on its surface because it was so clear, calm and the distant Florida horizon was stretched flat like a gray fuzzy blanket.  In the distance, not seen in this photo, was one lone bass fisherman with his dozen lines placed all around his boat.  As we moved the glassy water, it sometimes felt as if the polished surface would swallow us up never to be heard from again.

Sometimes we got the feeling that we were the only people left to explore on earth.  There was not a breath of air on this cool day and bird sounds were muffled far back into the woods.  In my next post I will show a few of the aviators seen on this float back in time.