Thankfully the Tallahassee Turkey Trot has returned after a two year hiatus due to Covid-19! The weather was perfect for a Thanksgiving foot race thru the Southwood neighborhood. A broken toe and torn hip muscle during a pre-workout stretching routine kept me off the course but I decided to take the mighty Canon and shoot some photos during the races! Approximately 4000 people ran/walked the races today! What follows are some of the sights from today’s events! Thanks for visiting this site and please take a few moments to reflect of this past year and to remind yourself of all the blessings that have been bestowed upon us. So much to be Thankful for!
Very thankful to have had the opportunity to have taken photos at this year’s Turkey Trot, although I would have much rather been running it! Great to see so many friends who I have the upmost respect and admiration for racing today. Hope you enjoyed the blog. See you on the trail!
After having to abort the last day of our Kayak Journey in 2020 due to storms which would not be kind we finally put the last day of the trip together in February 2021 and finished the trip. In 2020 we had started a four day Kayak/camping trip on the Apalachicola River from Chattahoochee, Fl. to Apalachicola, Florida. The final night of the trip put us at Hickory Landing at Owl Creek. We set up camp that night and had planned on getting an early start the next day. Everything was fine until a routine weather app check showed heavy storms approaching. Having paddled this section of the river before I knew that heavy winds would push our kayaks into the sawgrass and trap us before we could get to the landing at 10 mile hole in Apalachicola. As much as we hated to we punted the trip and called a ride to take us home.
We finally rescheduled the trip for February 2021 and drove to Owl Creek. The three paddlers were Rick Ashton, Jay Etheridge and myself. Once we set up camp at Hickory Landing we drove two trucks to Apalachicola and had dinner. We left one truck in Apalachicola and drove one truck back to the campsite. This allowed us to have a vehicle at the end of the trip and to drive the three of us back to the starting point.
After a good night’s sleep we awakened early and had breakfast. We broke camp and readied our kayaks. We launched from the landing and began heading towards the Apalachicola River on Owl Creek. Owl Creek is a beautiful tributary which empties into the River about two miles downstream.
This trip being in January was cool but thankfully it wasn’t cold. Being in the river swamp it was a wet with dew in the early morning however the sun soon burned the moisture away and it turned out to be a nice day although overcast.
The part of the river between Owl Creek and Apalachicola goes through Tates Hell Forest and passes a historic area known as Fort Gadsden. During the Civil War hundreds of slaves were hiding at Fort Gadsden when a Union cannon was fired at the Fort. The cannonball hit the powder room at the Fort causing a massive explosion killing hundreds of people.
Although the Apalachicola River is a wide and fast flowing river there are hundreds of house boats tied up along side it’s banks. Homemade, manufactured, houseboats of all shapes and sizes can be seen here. We did encounter a floating dog kennel complete with a number of deer hounds which could be heard for miles up and down the river as we approached.
Fortunately the wind was mostly calm and the tides were in our favor so the last few miles of our journey were enjoyable. Approaching Apalachicola we were in big water with boat traffic and tidal influence. An incoming wind or tide could make paddling difficult if not impossible, hence we punted our last trip and made up for it with this one day paddle trip.
We paddled past Scipio Creek and the docks in Apalachicola to the boat landing at 10 Mile Hole (under the Hwy 98 Bridge). Sheriff AJ Smith gave me a ride to my truck and I returned and we loaded the boats and gear. We grabbed a bite to eat and returned (via truck) to Hickory Landing where we split up. It was the ending to a great day.
This was an incredible trip as the paddle trips I’ve made down the Apalachicola River always are. The Apalachicola River is a clean, strong, fast flowing river that sports a lot of history. Currently there is an ongoing court battle for water rights between Georgia and Florida which will probably be ongoing for many years to come. Regardless I have always enjoyed paddling and camping beside the big river. It is a special place to me and I hope to soon return for another kayaking adventure. Hopefully you will too!
Having ridden past the old cemetery on the west side of Apalachicola for years, I finally decided to take a day after a deck build the day before to visit the cemetery and take some photos. This old cemetery always intrigued me however after visiting and walking thru it I am probably more intrigued now than before. To say this cemetery contains a lot of history would be an understatement! The cemetery is the oldest burying ground in Apalachicola and is the final resting place for many individuals who were responsible for the history and development of the area. There are approximately 560 marked graves in the cemetery and many more graves that are unmarked. A variety of tombstones decorate the cemetery, from simple vertical slabs from the 1830’s to elaborate marble monuments. A few graves are marked with simple wooden crosses or a blanket of shells with no name. Beginning in 1912 the local chapter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy marked the graves of all civil war veterans in the cemetery. There are at least 79 Confederate Veterans and 7 Union Veterans buried here.
Upon entering the cemetery I located a white box on a post which contained information brochures regarding historical facts pertaining to those buried here. This pamphlet was actually a walking tour map/guide with information about the graves and the interesting lives of those entombed in them. While visiting the cemetery I encountered two other visitors there. One fellow from Perry, Florida was much like myself and always wanted to visit the cemetery. Later a woman was walking through and encouraged me to attend a bi-annual Ghost Tour through the cemetery sponsored by the Apalachicola Historical Society.
One thing I noticed while visiting the cemetery is that most of the folks who are buried there did not live long compared to today. For some reason it seems that a lot of them didn’t make it past their forties. Most of the graves here are well in excess of 100 years old, in fact most seemed to have died prior to the 20th century.
One thing that is very impressive is the artistic design of many of the headstones. Many display very ornate and artistic designs that were no doubt expensive to produce and ship to this southern gulf side cemetery which is a testament of the love of surviving family members towards those buried here.
Many people buried here made their living on or around the Gulf which is no great surprise. Charles Marks was a seaman and ship’s captain his entire life. Born in Connecticut he enlisted in the Confederate Army. His house was burned by the Union Navy during the war and he was accused of murder for the killing of two Union sympathizers.
Charles Dobson was a tugboat captain during the lumber boom. He built a grand house in Apalachicola for his girlfriend Minne Barfield who ran a bordello out of the house. After her death the property was passed to the Catholic Church and housed the nuns who operated the Holy Family School next door.
William Henry Austin is interred here. He worked for the Untied States Coastal Survey on the schooner Silliman performing a hydrographic survey of St. George Sound. After Church one Sunday morning six crew members including Austin tried to return to the schooner in a small sailboat. A sudden squall capsized the vessel drowning all six men.
Many people who are interred here were entrepreneurs who came to Apalachicola to seek their fortune, many immigrated from other countries looking for a better life.
Catherine Spano immigrated from Greece and married Salvadore Spano who was a seafood dealer. H.F. Quant immigrated from England and was a printer by trade. Richard Porter moved to Apalachicola in 1833 and along with his brother William entered the cotton trade. They became one of the most prominent families in Apalachicola. Corneilius and Elizabeth Grady immigrated from Ireland and had four children. Their two boys started a business known as J. E. Grady & Co on Water Street which sold ship chandlery, dry goods and hardware. Charles Lind was a seafood dealer and businessman, he loaned money to the Presbyterian Church in 1909 to build a sanctuary. When the congregation did not repay the loan he foreclosed on the church. There is a stained glass window in the Episcopal Church in his memory. Herman Ruge immigrated from Germany and started a successful mercantile business. He had two sons who established the first successful oyster cannery in Apalachicola. Geno Zingarelli immigrated from Bari, Italy. He operated a boat yard and had a fleet of sponge boats.
Many people resting here were involved in the Civil War.
William Marr was killed by Confederate forces during the Civil War while gathering cattle to supply to the Union blockades. John Ruan was taken hostage by the U.S.Navy to ensure the safe return of two Union Sympathizers who had disappeared during the war. Upon his release he was arrested by the Confederate Army for traveling between the lines. Peter Wise was a member of the Pennsylvania Calvary until his horse fell on him goring him on the saddle pommel. Lt. Sanders Myers served as a Lieutenant in the Confederate Army. He was captured and was one of the “immortal 600” Southern Officers held as human shields by the Union Army under Confederate fire at Charleston. Joseph Lawrence served in the Florida Calvary and was the last Civil War Veteran in Franklin County, dying in 1933.
The mighty Apalachicola River was a dangerous place back in the day and is credited with several people resting in the cemetery. Henry Gordon was a Riverboat Pilot on the Apalachicola, Chattahoochee and Flint Rivers. Leander Crawford was a Steamboat Captain and was scalded when the boiler exploded at Bristol. John Jenkins took the first river steamboat up the Apalachicola and Chattahoochee Rivers to Columbus, Georgia in 1829, beginning the trade that made Apalachicola the third leading cotton port on the Gulf. Young Clarence Messina didn’t return home one evening in 1901and a search party found him in the river having drowned after falling off a dock. Louisa Bruni and Frank Messina were playing on a dock when Louisa fell into the river. Frank jumped in to save her but she latched onto him causing him to drown. When their bodies were recovered her arms were still wrapped around his neck.
In the middle of the cemetery is a brick chimney. No one knows the significance of the chimney as it has stood in the cemetery as long as anyone can remember. Thought to possibly be a family memorial it has no identifying marks on it. For years it has served as a right of passage for local children to climb to the top before you were invited to play with the other kids.
Visiting this cemetery was a walk thru the history of Apalachicola, Florida. All of the graves I saw were in an excess of 100 years old. Walking thru I thought about the lives of those buried here. What they saw, how they lived, what Florida must have been like back then. I gathered that the people buried here were hard working people who came to this area in search of a better life. They fought for what they believed in and laid the groundwork for what this community is today. Many were immigrants who left their homeland and came here in search of a better life.
Many Thanks to the Apalachicola Historical Society for providing the information that is in this blog. They have done an outstanding job compiling the history of this cemetery. Twice a year the Historical Society conducts a Ghost Tour in which local history enthusiasts take on the personna of the cemetery’s more notable inhabitants to tell of life in Apalachicola more than 100 years ago.
About this blog: The images in this blog were taken by Dave Ferrell using a Canon EOS 1DX with a 16-35 2.8 lens in RAW format. Information was provided by the Apalachicola Historical Society.
On our never ending quest north as section hikers on the Appalachian Trail, we began our October journey at the Ranger Station near Pigeon River on the Chestnut Creek Trail. Having spent the previous night at the Iron Horse Inn, we met our shuttle driver Jason mid-morning and he gave us a ride to the Big Creek Ranger Station. Once off-loaded, we began our two mile climb up the Chestnut Creek Trail which is an approach trail leading to the Appalachian Trail.
Chestnut Creek Trail was an arduous two mile hike uphill towards the AT. Last year, when we ventured downhill, we had to be careful as a tropical storm had pushed thru the night before leaving standing water and slick roots and rocks underfoot! Our climb uphill was a preview of what was to come for the next five days!
After reaching the AT, we turned north towards Davenport Gap. The cool October air had encouraged the leaves to begin to change colors and to fall from the trees. It was a beautiful hike and having hiked the AT numerous times, we saw more old growth timber along the trail than on any other time in recent memory. We crossed the full and heavily flowing Pigeon River as we made our way to our first stop which was the Standing Bear Farm Hostel.
The Standing Bear Farm Hostel was a welcome sight at the end of our first day! Being hammock campers, we elected to spend the night in the bunkhouse as the hammock site was on the side of a steep mountain in heavy foliage. The Hostel afforded bunks, linen, a privy, port-a-lets, a shower with hot water, a kitchen and store, fire pit and several dogs forever looking for a handout! The cost for staying in the bunkhouse was $25.
After a good night’s sleep in the bunkhouse, we set out heading towards Groundhog Creek Shelter. We had seen signs in the area warning of bear activity and stating that the area around Groundhog Creek was closed to camping for four miles in each direction of the shelter. We had since been told that the shelter was open. However, we encountered a lot of bear scat along the trail heading towards this shelter which made it obvious that they weren’t kidding, there were a LOT of bears in the area! We decided to stay there and we did. We strung out hammocks up behind the shelter and one fellow hiker decided to stay in the shelter that night. After dinner, we strung our food up on the bear cables near the shelter for safe keeping!
The night at Groundhog Creek was uneventful although the clouds moved in during the night and left the area very wet. We had breakfast, broke camp and were on our way. Today would lead us to the Roaring Fork Shelter by way of a beautiful mountain top known as Max Patch. The day was clear and warm and perfect for walking through the woods. Again, we saw some huge old growth timber today. As we approached Max Patch, we encountered a “trail angel” set up on the Max Patch Road. “Fresh Ground” and his “Leap Frog Cafe” was cooking chicken & rice and grilled cheese sandwiches and two of our crew could not resist! Needless to say, we heard about this wonderful meal throughout the remainder of the trip! It goes without saying that if you are lucky enough to encounter “Fresh Ground”, please do yourself a favor and enjoy some of his trailside gourmet fare. You won’t be disappointed!
We continued our trek up Max Patch mountain and were in awe of the beauty of the views from on top. The day was clear and you could see forever in all directions! There was a park and parking lot at the base of the mountain which allowed park goers to hike to the top of the mountain for a view! We had seen more people in this area than any other area on the trip. Rumor had it that people had been camping on the mountaintop and doing so much damage that they now prohibit camping there.
After descending Max Patch, we finished our day by walking to the Roaring Fork Shelter! The Shelter was filling fast as daylight began to fade. We quickly hung our hammocks and watered up at the creek crossing down below. We cooked dinner and called it a day.
After breakfast and breaking camp, we began the longest day of the trip, an 11 mile trek to Garenflo Gap. Garenflo is not a designated camping area but a parking lot. However, we were told we could camp in the wooded area above the parking lot and that’s what we counted on. Today was uneventful other than focusing on getting to Garenflo before dark.
Arriving at Garenflo Gap, we found a camping area just above the parking lot. Camp was set up and dinner made. Due to a lack of bear cables, we used parachute cord to secure our food bags to a overhanging limb. Night was quiet except for the hoot of a distant Barred Owl. After breakfast the next morning and only 7 miles left to go, we were excited and smelling the barn. This last day involved some climbing but more downhill than up. As we approached the town of Hot Springs, NC we could hear road traffic and see rooftops through the tree tops below us. Upon arrival at Hot Springs, we headed to the Hillbilly Market for sub sandwiches. This was probably the best sub sandwich I have ever had!
After lunch, we meandered down to the Iron Horse Hotel and got our rooms and took a hot shower! The ladies at the Hotel agreed to do our dirty laundry and we spent the afternoon exploring the town and resting. Hot Springs is a very quaint little town. There is an outfitter next to the Hotel that has just about everything one needs to hike the Appalachian Trail.
The Iron Horse is an old hotel with a railroad theme. The rooms are small and clean and the hallways and stairwell took us back to yesterday!
After a delicious dinner and live entertainment at the Iron Horse, we turned in early. The weather was changing and rain was forecast for the next day. We had lucked out during the week as we never got rained on. About 3am, I was awakened by the sound of a distant mountain train. The train soon passed near the hotel and I couldn’t help but think of what it must be like to be the engineer on a mountain train at night!
6am came early and we packed up and headed home. Next year we will start at Hot Springs, NC and continue our venture north!
All photos were taken with a GoPro Hero8 Black. Hope you enjoyed this blog. Any questions can be directed to Dave Ferrell at email@example.com.