Monthly Archives: February 2015

Over how many lifetimes will nature be able to restore itself? Dwarf Cypress Forest, Tate’s Hell.


The state acquired Tates’ Hell in 1994.  Before that the land was a timber plantation.

From the Ralph G. Kendrick Boardwalk which sits on a part of an old plantation road, one can see the rest of the road as it transects the Dwarf Cypress forest.

The cypresses have not grown over it — the road remains a constant reminder of itself.

How many lifetimes will it take for nature to restore itself?

We should be careful about what do we to the land, it takes a long longer to undo what we have done.






Dwarf Cypress Forest, Tate’s Hell State Forest – 02-07-2015


The Ralph G. Kendrick Boardwalk allows one to walk over the Dwarf Cypress Forest.  Ralph G. Kendrick was the father of Franklin County Board of Commissioner’s Chairperson Cheryl Sanders and a longtime forester.  Commissioner Sanders likes to tell of two grey herons who can be seen occasionally at dusk,  crossing the forest — symbols of her dad and her mother, who were devoted to each other and died within months of each other.

There is more than lumber and nails, trees and roots and water — there are histories and memories and symbols of lives lived well in Tate’s Hell.

Cash Creek, Tate’s Hell State Forest – February paddling at its best!







It was a beautiful day to be out on the marsh, the swamp and the forests — all these habitats in one creek system, including an old drainage ditch dug by a the previously plantation operators.

Contrails in the sky, patterns of marsh rushes at eye-level, and below in the tannic waters patterns in the sand and muck.


When the marsh leads into the swamp, occasional pines change to cypresses.








An osprey was about, the first two paddlers saw it catch a fish, but nothing was stirring in the nest.  Perhaps later….ospreys return to their nests every year.



Before entering the swamp, in the reeds, a green frog, trying hard to remained camouflaged.











The two paddlers in front saw an otter in two different parts of the creek — sleek, fat ones.


P1120298Migratory birds still have not found the yaupon or the dahoon berries, ripe and ready to eat.

But there was a kingfisher, a prothotonary warbler in the underbush and sounds of other birds in the marsh and the shrubs, not the noisy cocaphony of crows in the late fall.  A lone buzzard glided gracefully in the air drafts above the marsh and swamps.  Buzzards keep the land clean of rotting carcasses — we are thankful that they are around as housekeepers of the forest.







This is bear food, the still green fruit of the laurel greenbrier and palmetto berries, still untouched.



But spring is here — the Florida maples are like daffodils and crocuses in the north!





And wax myrtles — ready to bloom.













And titi already blooming.  But the bees have not seen them, although the scent is already perceptible.



Into the old tree plantation canal — obvious because it is straight — the bridge marks the end of navigability.

Back to the put-in at the Cash Creek Day Use and Picnic ground, off Highway 65.









The play of contrails, ending a cool, but sunny day of paddling — 10 miles up three branches.

Only one other fishing kayak at take-out — he had gone downriver into the estuary.  We four kayakers had the whole creek to ourselves!