Fish camp
The beauty and solitude of law bullying along the canal bordering Lake Okeechobee are intriguing. I am alone, except for cars zipping along on the adjacent route 27. The breeze is strong although with the sun being high it is warm. The morning has been a little chilly but then again this is typical South Florida weather in February, unpredictable!
Then I see it, the fish camp. It is called Joe’s. It is really just a small shack and in the rear there are rooms for dedicated fisher persons to spend the night. I look for an acquaintance from the state of Georgia who is also walking the Florida trail. He said he may spend the night at the camp. “Yeah, he was here but someone give him a ride up to the other side of the next lock. Their doing work along the levee and part of the trail is closed. You’ll have to use the road”, the owner of the camp tells me.
I begin to wonder about fisher persons. I guess they are a lot like a long-distance walkers. We both relish the solitude. We look forward to the adventure of doing our. Maybe I’ll try that fishing someday!
I end the day at the Moore Haven Lock and Dam.
