so Kim left me in the hands of a guy who lives on her property and we headed off down the river for the three hour trip.
A very different sort of paddle for me on this slow moving brown river, thick forests on either side, not a soul around.
We returned to beautifully cut hay drying in the sun.
Creations of some of the denizens of this field prior to cutting.
Kim gave me a tour of the property and introduced me to the Palmer family who lived here in the early 19th century.
The slave's graves
Effing turtles
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