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Suwannee River Scout Trip Over Spring break in March, Dave led the scout troop on a 70-mile canoe trip down the Suwannee River in north Florida. Seven boys and five leaders went down with their gear in watertight buckets. For most of them it was their second canoe trip, and the scouts were tougher and better canoeists. |
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Dave paddles down the river, about day 3. Dave said he had a great
time, and that the river was beautiful, and promised to take me soon. He
LOVES canoeing. |
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Dave gets ready to swing into the river. There were dozens of rope
swings along the river, and the boys and leaders tried [almost] all of them. Some of
them got some serious air time. There were also lots of freshwater springs bubbling out of rocks or running out of the forest. They took time to paddle up them and shoot the "rapids", which were pretty tame, but the only bumps in a very smooth river. |
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Tyler, Roland, Daniel, and Christian wake up after the last
night camping. The blond kid's [don't remember his name] parents let these scouts and any other
river trekkers camp on their property. Other nights they camped on the sandy beaches where the river was narrow. |
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Christian jumps off another rope swing by a bridge.
Since I don't know all the stories behind the pictures, I'm gonna throw in the Florida state song about the Suwannee River. (I left it in the old original language because I like history, not because I want to be rude.)
The Swanee River (Old
Folks at Home)
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Chorus "All de world am sad and dreary, Eb-rywhere I roam; Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home!" |
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2nd verse "All round de little farm I wandered When I was young, Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mudder! Dere let me live and die." |
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3rd Verse "One little hut among de bushes, One dat I love Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a-humming All round de comb? When will I hear de banjo strumming, Down in my good old home?" |
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Tyler Westover takes a flying leap off the highest rope swing that hung
over a deep natural springs pool. Swanee, a jazzier version written by George Gershwin, about 1919. To hear it, visit http://www.gershwin.com. "Swanee, How I love you, How I love you, My dear old Swanee; I'd give the world to be Among the folks in D-I-X-I-Even now my Mammy's Waiting for me, Praying for me Down by the Swanee. The folks up north will see me no more When I go to the Swanee shore."
"Swanee, Swanee I am coming back to Swanee. Mammy, Mammy I love the old folks at home." |
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The end of the trip. They overshot the 50-mile requirement by 20 miles,
paddling till they were dog tired, but they made it! L-R: Dale Meade, Logan Alva, Blake Keyser, Sean Meade, Christian Alva, Mark Prisbry, Dave Robertson, Kent Keyser, Paul Ferre, Daniel Flores (sitting), Tyler Westover (sitting in front), Roland Nyiri. |
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Dave and Liz Robertson
Family |
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