Aside from riding the bike trail, or
eating at Posey's, or riding a bike from Tallahassee, and eating at Posey's, there
wasn't all that much to do in St. Marks.
The boys liked to play cowboys and
Indians--or GI Joe--on the earth berms at the fort, and Old Folks liked to walk out
to Luther Tucker Point, where the Wakulla and St. Marks Rivers joined, and flowed
to the Gulf of Mexico.
The Wakulla, the St. Marks, and the Aucilla were perhaps Old Folks's favorite
rivers. Possibly the Suwannee.
He bought a book at the wildlife refuge gift
shop called In Search of the Aucilla, that told him about the public boat
landing he had visited that day.
It did belong to Bill Williams when Old
Folks dug there.
It was later taken over by drug smugglers, and the public
couldn't use it.
Then the government confiscated it and made it a public
boat ramp again.
Where did the fish camp--or wherever the drug smugglers
lived--go?
What the government didn't tear down the jungle reclaimed.
It's as wild as a Pleistocene camel. A Swiss chocolate camel, as Malcolm Holcombe
says.
It's the wildness that Old Folks likes.