In August 2005, we spent a weekend at the Stephen C. Foster State Park in South Georgia, an entrance into the Okefenokee Swamp. (As a note to someone thinking of visiting the swamp, please consider another month for your visit. It was blazing hot! And, I love hot, but this was a crazy hot kind of thing.) Our family of four, plus my brother-in-law and his wife, were down for the weekend. We rented two motor boats, purchased $3 straw hats in the gift shop, and headed out onto the black waters filled with crocodiles...in the middle of the afternoon.
The beauty of the swamp is its creepiness. I felt as if there were beady little eyes of all sized critters just waiting for an opportunity to seize
After being in the boat for quite awhile, we saw a dock that we could pull up to and get out and at least stand on to stretch. Sounded like a wonderful idea. As I reached for the dock with my hand to steady myself as I stepped up, this Goliath sized spider scurries right in front of me. I did not get out of the boat. None of us did. That's how big that spider was. I no longer cared that my legs and back were cramped. I was no longer concerned about the gators in the water. I felt safer in the boat on the water with them than anywhere near that dock.
|A sleeping 1 yr old Tim.|
We still laugh about that moment when Scott knocked me over in the boat. The boys love to tell their own version of the story, too...I end up overboard every time, which I think is funny.
I'd go again to the Hokie O Swamp, but I'm driving the boat next time!
|When I saw this photo after our ride, I laughed and laughed !|