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Winter in Michigan is not conducive to kayaking. The snow is knee deep and the lakes are frozen. |
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In February, my wife, children and I had a chance to visit my parents near Naples Florida. After several weeks of grey, Michigan Winter skies, the warm climate was a welcomed relief. Despite being out of shape and unaccustomed to the sun`s rays, I knew the trip would not be complete without a day of kayaking. |
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I woke Saturday morning early enough to leave by 7:00am. My Dad, being the perfect host, was kind enough to get up early and make the coffee. I was careful not to laugh when the trash can fell over sending yesterdays wet coffee grounds spewing all over the kitchen floor. My Dad also gave me a ride to the Estero River Outfitters and loaned me a bike for the trip back home. |
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At the outfitters shop, there were several plastic sea kayaks in the 14ft range available on outdoor racks, but my excitement soared when the owner led me into the back room where she stored a 19ft kevlar Seda Glider and a carbon fiber paddle. |
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I was on the water by about 7:30. The Estero River travels about 5 miles before emptying into the Estero Bay. Then, about 2miles across the bay, a passage leads to the Gulf of Mexico. The river was like a sub-tropical jungle. The Seda`s bow made almost no wake as it cut through the black, early morning water. Through the dense fog, spanish moss hung low from the trees which reached over the river. I got an adrenaline rush every time a fish would thrash the water near my kayak. The river was teaming with fish much larger than any Michigan variety. |
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As I rounded a bend, two turkey vultures were near the shoreline. One sat on a low hanging branch, while the other feasted on the bloated carcass of a wild boar. Overhead, six other birds slowly spiraled downward like friends arriving at a party. I guess this was their version of a pig roast. |
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As I passed through narrow portions of the river, it became a chore to struggle against the current. Although I was heading out to sea, the tide was coming in, causing the water to flow upstream. Drawing closer to the mouth of the river, mangrove trees began to line the shore. The myriad of mangrove roots were covered with shellfish. The shellfish were under water at high tide but were exposed to air at low tide. |
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As the mouth of the river opened into the Estero Bay, a sandy delta made a nice resting spot for a flock of pink Ibises. These birds look very similar to Flamingos. As I entered the bay, a small mangrove island (about 20 ft by 20ft) made a nice spot for a break. |
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