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2012-06-17

tl;dr: Saw alligators. Met a game warden. Talked like a Yankee. And camped in a prohibited area of Choctaw NWR.

I saw my first alligator for this trip. Then I saw several more. I also met my first game warden. I had been anticipating this for weeks, but he didn't give me the hard time I was prepared for. In fact, he seemed to recognize that I wasn't local trouble just as soon as I opened my mouth, and he was quite friendly. He told me there were also bears around here, and once I get south of Jackson, "Don't stop. Every time I go down there I put somebody in jail."

While digging through my gear I found my flashlight. It was never lost. I just never ever use it. In fact, I haven't camped with any sort of light in weeks. I even shut off my cell phone at night to preserve the battery. So why do I even carry this thing? Emergency gear, I suppose.

Occasionally, folks call out to me from a boat or beach. "War you from? You're not frem aroun' here, cause you talk like a Yankee." True enough, although I've found myself attempting to drawl out a little more, so folks aren't so jarred every time I open my mouth. Fortunately, as my dialect is pretty close to Hollywood-standard, nobody has a hard time understanding me. Now if what I just wrote didn't sound discriminating, maybe what I'm about to write won't either. I have noticed something odd over the years: In general, the farther south I travel, understanding white people becomes more difficult, and understanding black people actually becomes easier. I don't know why.

I kayaked by a sign in the Choctaw National Wildlife Refuge expressly prohibiting camping and set up camp back in the woods--a very mosquito infested woods. Well, at least there aren't biting ants. Oddly enough, it has been days since I was last bitten by an ant. Some of the bites are even starting to heal. There is a hornet here, though, that just hovers and stares at me.

sunrise over my shoulder


first alligator


why do I even have a flashlight?




mile marker 137




Camping PROHIBITED


so let me camp

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more from this trip:

04/12  Most boring trip ever?
04/13  Muddy Pecatonica
04/14  Say Yes to Drugs
04/15  Add a little Sugar and Rock
04/16  Worst campsite ever.
04/21  Island Of Honking Geese
04/22  Hennepin Feeder Canal
04/23  Locks, sand and muck
04/28  Henry
04/30  No Current on Peoria Lake
05/01  Industry and Locks
05/02  Rain and Eagles
05/04  Half-Way on the Illinois
05/05  Medium-Rare Meatloaf
05/06  Always Pepsi-Cola
05/08  Onto the Mississippi
05/09  St. Louis
05/10  Short Day
05/12  Barge Full of Rocks
05/13  Between Green and Red
05/14  Now comes the hard part
05/15  Metropolis
05/18  Tennessee River
05/19  No Lock For You
05/20  Snakes
05/21  New Johnsonville
05/25  Day of the Mayflies
05/26  Look, Another Cliff
05/27  Rotund Sunburns
05/28  Free Heron
05/30  Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway
05/31  Bay Springs Lake
06/01  Locks are for the Patient
06/02  Tombigbee
06/06  Bamboo and Palmettos
06/07  Dry in AlaBAMa
06/08  Cutting Corners
06/09  Another day on the river
06/10  Demopolis
06/15  Hardest Portage Ever
06/16  Hot Rocky Beaches
06/17  First Alligator
06/18  Last Dam
06/19  Tide
06/20  Trashy Beaches
06/21  Just paddling down Interstate 10
06/27  Salty
06/28  Intracoastal Waterway
06/29  Come Sail Away
06/30  Peddling Along
07/01  Panama City
07/07  The Gulf of Mexico
07/08  Peacocks by the Sea
07/11  No Wind
07/12  Actually Sailing
07/13  Tacking
07/14  Steinhatchee
07/19  As sudden as ever
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