Since being in the Ocala Forest, I have gone from enjoying the remoteness of the area along with the benefits of full hook-ups for over two months. Strangely however, I find myself being enticed more and more each day, further into the Forest to try primitive boondocking.
If I had my way, I would pack up and move further into the Forest soaking up all the solitude that I can handle. I am not so sure, however, that Bob can handle the silence. Quite frankly, it is even a big surprise to me that I find myself longing for the experience. Life is a funny sequence of changes in our lives, various stages and interests, not to mention new discoveries about ourselves that take us by surprise even at this age.
Today, we loaded up chairs, a few refreshments, binoculars, camera and headed out to Hopkins Prairie. The rains moved on leaving the air wonderfully clean, fresh and cool. Trees are beginning to show tender green growth and grasses shimmered in the sunlight. Most of the Forest is just that….Forest…but Hopkins Prairie is a wonderful sea of grasses. Things have been very dry so unfortunately the water level is low and many of the Great Blue Heron's
Sandhill Cranes (pst..thanks Judy) had moved on for better pickins’. We only had this one fellow to entertain us. It wasn’t too sure about our presence, yet curiosity kept getting the best of it while he did some fishing.
The campsites are very clean and private with lots of Palmetto Palms surrounding the sites. Each campsite has a picnic table and a fire ring. There is water access in the campground and there are pit toilets. Otherwise, nothing but total peace and quiet!
We kept watching a log that started with one lonely turtle, then two, next thing we saw, they were lined up, basking in the sunshine.