THIS BOOK STARTS OUT NICELY. I AM 83 AND HAVE PADDLED ALL THE STREAMS HE TALKS ABOUT IN THE BOOK EXCEPT THE SALT WATER TRAIL. IT WAS NOT THERE. I HAVE PADDLED ACROSS FLORIDA BAY TO CAPE SABLE WHEN THE BOW OF THE BOAT WAS SO FAR OUT OF THE WATER YOU COULD NOT REACH IT WITH A PADDLE. I HAVE BEEN DOWN THE SLAVE CANAL SO MANY TIMES I CANNOT COUNT AND IF YOU WATCH THE WATER GOING THRU THE WILD RICE ITS NO PROBLEM TO FIND YOUR WAY. THE FIRST TIME I DID IT THERE WERE 28 PULLOVERS. THE SECOND TIME WE HEARD NOISE IN THE SWAMP AND SAT QUITE TO SEE WHAT IT WAS. TWO SHOCKED SURVEYORS STEPPED OUT AND TOOK A LOOK AT US SMEARED WITH MUCK AND SAID "WE ARE GETTING PAID TO DO THIS. WHY ARE YOU HERE"? YES TATES HELL CAN BE HELL! ONLY DID IT ONCE! I AM THANKFUL I PADDLED THESE STREAMS WHEN YOU NEVER SAW ANOTHER PERSON. I WONDER IF THE AUTHOR REMEMBERS OR HAS RESEARCHED THE HUNTING SHACKS THAT USED TO BE ON THE WEKIVA. OUT HOUSES HUNG OUT OVER THE WATER. I THANK HE IS RUNNING OUT OF WILD PLACES TO WRITE ABOUT. ALSO HE BRAGS A TAD ABOUT BEING ABLE TO CAMP AND USE CABINS NO ONE ELSE CAN. DOES HE KNOW ABOUT THE ONE ON JUNIPER SPRINGS? IT GETS LAME IN THE END. TAKE IT FROM A FLORIDA CRACKER THAT REMEMBERS WHEN!Read full review
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