Friday, October 27, 2023

Myakka River State Park Adventure

After a few beach days with an angry ocean with rip tides and dark colored water, we decided to visit again the beautiful Myakka River State Park, one of Florida’s oldest and most diverse, wonderfully preserved wilderness areas.

Myakka River flows through 58 square miles of prairies, wetlands, hammocks, and pinelands. Hammocks are usually hardwood trees that grow on elevated areas, a few inches higher than the wetlands. Sometimes they grow on slopes between wetlands, mixed with conifer trees.

Myakka River and two shallow lakes attract a rich population of birds, alligators, small deer, and a rich flora. It is a perfect place for bird watching, hiking, gator watching, biking, kayaking, and canoeing. The camping areas are tucked in the safer zones of the park.

The forests appear impenetrable at times but the scenic and meandering 7-mile drive along the Upper Myakka Lake is perfect for those who are afraid of actually venturing through the dense brush with low-lying ground. I was surprised that bicycles were allowed both on paved roads and on dirt roads.

There are over 39 miles of hiking trails and dirt roads leading to the very remote interior. The 1.2-mile loop Boylston Nature Trail and the River Trail north of the main park bridge are potential hiking options. Dry prairies seem to flourish in the park and a couple of small Florida deer met us in such an area.

Hurricane Ian had caused severe damage to the park and to its infrastructure and it has not yet completely recovered. Camping is available but not all areas can be accessed for now.

Rentals, the Outpost, and the Lazy Gator Café were available on this day. While close to the boat launch, I saw a gator floating closely to the asphalt, watching me, then diving quickly. He was definitely stalking me.

By the main bridge, an older gator was resting on the bank at the foot of the bridge, about 12 feet from the sign that read, Beware of Alligators. Of course, my husband had to have his picture taken by the sign, knowing that the enormous gator was resting too close for his comfort. He seems to forget that gators can run much faster than humans. Lucky for him, the gator was not hungry.

To access the Wilderness Preserve one must have a permit. The Canopy Walkway and the Nature Trail were open. Evidence of uprooted large trees was everywhere. One side of the wooden tower built by volunteers is 24 feet tall, while the other tower is 76.1 feet, with a breathtaking view of the entire park as far as the eyes can see. The suspended walkway between the two towers is rocking – it was built so on purpose, to sway with the wind.


I looked forward to the Bird Walk until I realized that the wet terrain was lower than the parking lot but at the same level with the lake water, which was full of gators, eight of which were on a feeding prowl. We walked to the four steps which gave us access to the wooden bridge called the Bird Walk. We did not see many birds from this bridge, but we certainly saw plenty of gators of various sizes, something I have never seen in the wild before. On the way back to the car, I believe I walked the fastest I could across the muddy terrain at the same level with the gator-infested Upper Lake.

To my surprise, three crows landed on the wooden bridge railing, and one decided to be stupidly brave, standing on the sea grass floating on the lake. A gator was gliding fast towards her. A blue heron braved the shallows, further away from the deep water, hopefully safe from the gators. I took her picture quickly and walked fast through the exposed land to the car. At 11 MPH, with some gators sprinting 30 MPH on short distances on land, nobody can possibly think that humans can outrun gators, but the adrenaline rush gave me a renewed desire for speed. A human could zigzag and outrun an alligator for a longer stretch on land. Gators prefer to attack on the edge of the water and drag their prey to the bottom where the death roll ensues.

We left the park and drove back to the beach where the ocean was furiously pounding the shore and the surf created fantastic shapes in white foam which disintegrated on the beach. The riptides were relentless, and the guard towers were still flying double-red flags.

 

 

 

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