Day 13
Friday February 25th, 2022
Fort Myers to Everglades City to Tamiami Trail
Miles- Who cares? We are driving now!
We both slept in… or so I thought. I finally got up trying not to wake Jamie and slipped into the bathroom only to find Jamie in there talking on the phone trying not to wake me up. When Jamie got up he had pushed all the pillows to one side under the blankets. From my viewpoint in my own bed, it looked like he was still sleeping in his bed.
The continental breakfast was decent, but nothing to write home about. We both ate and then packed our belongings to drive back south on I-75 to Everglades City. Our first objective was finding suitable Everglade’s stickers for the kayaks.
We hit up every store in town. We found a few stickers, but not quite what we had in mind. We wanted a simple waterproof sticker with an alligator that simply said “Everglades” to apply to our kayaks. All the stickers we were finding had the name of an outfitter or store on them. We bought a few that were close in fear we wouldn’t find anything at all. We did spend time talking with the clerks and store owners just being social. A common theme we learned was hurricane Irma was a life changing event for each and every one of them. They all had something else in common, every single person we talked with was extremely friendly and as helpful as they could be. I love that about small towns.
Having failed to find what we wanted we headed back out to the Tamiami Trail. The first stop was the Ochopee post office. Mailing something? Nope. This post office is the smallest post office in the United States. You have to stop to get your picture in front of it. Jamie was shocked to see it was open with a postal clerk manning it. I just laughed.
In 1953 a fire burned down the previous post office. A local tomato farm donated a former irrigation pipe storage shed as a temporary solution. Nearly 70 years later it isn’t so temporary anymore. It quickly became a tourist attraction, so it remained.
Postmaster Don is the guy who runs it. He is a very outgoing and friendly fellow. It seems half his job is mail handling, and the other half is to talk to tourists. (We crossed from adventurers to tourists today) He seems well suited to the task as he was more than willing to chat. Don told us he has been there three and a half years. He worked in Naples before this. When he saw the position come open, he applied for it and got it. The postal service wanted him wearing a suit and tie. That doesn’t work in 100⁰+ temps. The little shed has a window shaker air conditioner, but the front door stays open for customers. Don says he has ten more years to retire but was evasive if those ten years would be here in this shed or back at a traditional post office. He says for now he is happy.
He did tell us years ago it became a regular senior prank for high school kids to paint the building pink. They would show up to work and the building would be bright pink. It was often left that color for long periods of time before they got around to restoring it to its official white color.
We also chatted about the other attraction Ochopee is known for, The Skunk Ape Research Center Headquarters just a couple miles down the road. Don’t know what a Skunk Ape is? It is south Florida’s version of Big Foot. Don grew up in Bonita Springs and says when he was a kid, he saw a five foot tall chimpanzee looking creature “just getting it” running into the woods. This was of course long before the area turned into housing developments and golf courses.
The whole Skunk Ape story and cryptozoology has always fascinated me. I have been to our next stop, the Skunk Ape Headquarters many times. I buy a black Skunk Ape T-shirt from there and a few stickers every time. Today I did so again.
I’ll link a Smithsonian Magazine story at the bottom. It is long, but very interesting.
David Shealy is the man who claims to have seen Skunk Apes. He is an interesting character who wears blue jeans tucked into snake proof boots and a loose long sleeve shirt with a wide brimmed hat. He is south Florida’s version of Crocodile Dundee. Talk to him for any length of time and he will convince you Skunk Apes exist. He is very charismatic.
I spent time in past trips down here talking to locals and even had the chance encounter with one of the park biologists for the Everglades National Park. Whenever I ask their opinion on Skunk Apes they all had the same response including the biologist. They answered my question with a question. “Are you a journalist?”. As soon as I answered no they all snorted and laughed saying David Shealy is full of it. Apparently if you are a journalist, they give evasive answers how the Everglades is the largest wilderness area east of the Mississippi and there is a lot to be learned about the Everglades. Skunk Ape stories bring in tourists and tourists bring in money.
The Smithsonian Magazine sent a journalist down to do a story and came to the same conclusion, the Skunk Ape is a made-up myth. Except there is a wild twist in the story. The Smithsonian journalist did more research and discovered there are primate research centers in the area. A lot of them. Some of them are owned by pharmaceutical companies and some are owned and operated by the U.S. government. Not a single research center would allow them on the property, nor would they answer questions. That opens a new possibility. Did David Shealy see an escaped primate? Did he see one that had been experimented on? If so, was he desperate to make people believe him when he claimed to have seen something so strange it defied explanation? Read the article and decide for yourself. Either way, I highly recommend visiting his place. He also operates a nice campground out back for tents, RV’s or screened in chickees. Attached to the store front is a small zoo complete with a parrot that will hop on your shoulder and ride around chatting away while you look at all the animal exhibits. There are also the eco-tours he leads.
Jamie and I had passed a metal shack just before the Skunk Ape headquarters with a sign indicating it was a restaurant. Restaurants are in short supply in this area so we asked an employee of the Skunk Ape Headquarters if the food was any good. She told us it was great food. We left the parking lot back tracking to Joanie’s Blue Crab Cafe. We were not lied to. The food was great. The parking lot was packed. This is one of those unique places with history, character, and a unique atmosphere. The building was originally an oil depot which explains its… um… derelict shack appearance. The abandoned gas station next door was Collier County’s first cinder block building. The staff is as unique as the building. Our waitress was one of a kind. The woman who rang us out married into the family who owns the restaurant and used to be known as the alligator lady. She raised live alligators to sell at her house. Inside you will see post cards from all over the world. People who eat there will send Joanie’s a post card from where they live when they get back home. Joanie’s then hangs it up. The bathrooms… well I’ll leave those as a surprise for when you visit. I’ll close out Joanie’s by saying make sure you get their key lime pie too. It was delicious.
With full bellies we left to go to Clyde Butcher’s Gallery. Clyde Butcher is an idol and inspiration of mine. His photography is exquisite. So are the price tags for his work. His work can cost you in the high five figures. Clyde Butcher is known as the Ansel Adams of the Everglades. Similar to Ansel Adams, he shoots using an antique large format camera and prints large black and white images on silver gelatin. His largest images can be nine feet across. He does this to cause the viewer to be immersed in the image. You have to step back and actively scan the scene depicted to take it all in. Unlike Ansel Adams, Clyde Butcher fills his images with open space. Ansel Adams filled his with mountainous subjects. The vast openness of the Everglades is what Clyde Butcher often conveys.
The large format camera he uses is one of those antique wooden boxes with a lens mounted like an accordion all sitting on a huge tripod. The photographer has a light blocking cape he goes under to look through his viewfinder. He carries this seventy-five-pound contraption deep into the swamps where he can wait for days to get the right lighting he desires. The images he composes through the viewfinder are upside down and backwards. It takes a keen eye and good spacial awareness to use such a camera. After he exposes his image, Clyde Butcher then processes his own images in a custom-built darkroom he has in Venice, Florida.
If you want to fall down a rabbit hole, go look him up on YouTube. He is another Florida icon. He has been bitten twice by water moccasins and a few years ago suffered a debilitating stroke. None of that has stopped him. He simply adapted and kept on working. The man is tough and passionate.
We met some very friendly people at his gallery as well where we spent considerable time talking. It seems to be a common theme on this trip that the people we meet are very interesting and friendly folks. An older couple recognized us from one of the visitor centers where they overheard us talking about our paddling trip. They had lots of questions. We ended up in the parking lot showing them our kayaks and some of our gear.
Since we had not found our stickers yet, we proceeded down to Shark Valley visitor center. They didn’t have them either and they were our last hope. We again chatted up the employees working there. Paula was a seasonal employee working the gift shop for the park service. She and the Interpretive Ranger were asking us about our trip and where we were from. In conversing we discovered it just so happened Paula was Jamie’s neighbor from Charlotte, North Carolina. They had never met before, but she literally lived a block from him on the same street before moving to South Florida with her husband for this job. She also has friends in Washington state in the town of Republic near Omak where I am headed in a few weeks. She gave me their info for the brewery they own. The brewery is an old fire house they converted which is right up my alley. Micro brews, a firehouse, and history… yeah, that will be one of the first places we visit when we settle in. It truly is a small world.
Leaving the visitor center we backtracked to Loop Road. It starts out paved and then turns to a dirt road. There are lots of ditches and low bridges on this road. The reason to go down this road is to see a lot of alligators and birds. None of the gators are especially large, but there are plenty of them. We saw more gators in the first ditch than we saw in 140 miles of paddling the Wilderness Waterway. These alligators are used to people and don’t disappear when approached. It makes it easy to get some good pictures of alligators.
We worked our way back to Tamiami Trail and continued back west. It was getting late in the day, and I wanted to show Jamie Jane’s Scenic Drive in Fakahatchee Strand. It is another dirt road but goes much deeper into the wilderness than Loop Road which means way more wildlife to be seen.
Just before the dirt road starts on the left near the ranger station and fire tower is a stone quarry that is now a lake. I am sure everyone reading this has seen river stones stacked up making intricate towers delicately balanced. The original owner of the rock quarry did the same thing, but with huge limestone boulders. I have always gotten pictures of the people I am with in front of the monolithic tower. Jamie climbed to the top for some photos. While on the back of the tower taking pictures near the lake, I happened to find an electrical outlet cover on a post. That was out of place, so I opened it. It was a geocache. I signed it and closed it all back up.
It turns out there is now a gate to Jane’s Scenic Drive that was never there before. The sign on the gate said it closed at 6:30. We decided to take our chances and entered at 6:10. We didn’t make it very far before park employees driving the other way stopped us to tell us the gate was closing. What a disappointment. It is really spectacular back there.
At this point we were tired. The emotional high of finishing the Wilderness Waterway and spending today sightseeing was wearing off. With daylight quickly drawing to a close it was time to point the truck north on I-75 to cover some miles.
Jamie and I began discussing where we wanted to stop tonight and get a hotel. We started adding up the time and miles and figured we wanted to stop somewhere near Sarasota. Well duh! Luke lives in Bradenton! If you remember back to the first post about this trip, Luke is one of the four of our brotherhood. He is a very busy family man and it was getting late, but we were hoping he might at least be able to meet up with us for an hour. I called him and he answered on the first ring. As it turned out he was having a late day himself. He and his family would be eating a late dinner at Beef O’Brady’s about the time we would arrive.
Luke is the American success story. He has built a large successful business from scratch and created a loving and well-adjusted family. When we arrived at the restaurant it wasn’t just Luke and his family. It was a whole entourage including friends of his and his wife’s as well as his daughters’ friends. We sat down next to Luke. He had already ordered for us and then the conniving bastard paid for our dinner before we could. He happens to know the owner, so we never stood a chance with him. It is always great to see Luke and his family.
He wouldn’t hear of us going to a hotel. We were invited to spend the night at his house where we stayed up way too late talking and catching up. We slept soundly that night when we finally turned in.
Saturday morning, we woke up to his wife, Ginger, making us breakfast. She had to leave early to open her store. A quick hug from Ginger to say goodbye and then the three of us spent much longer sitting out by the pool in the cool morning air talking and spending time together. I don’t see Luke anywhere near as much as I would like. He is one of those friends where time doesn’t matter. We pick up where we left off last time, we saw each other.
Eventually we did need to get back on the road. Jamie still had a very long drive ahead of him back to North Carolina. He dropped me off in Bushnell where my wife drove my truck out to meet us saving him some drive time from having to get off the interstate to go to Brooksville.
I ended the day by taking my wife out for a nice Italian dinner at Pappa Joe’s. Poor Jamie unfortunately ended his day arriving at his home in Mooresville, North Carolina around 3 a.m. Sunday morning due to multiple traffic backups.
With both of us safely home the Everglades adventure story comes to an end. Thank you for following along on our Everglades Wilderness Waterway adventure, but rest assured there will be many more in the near future. I welcome friend requests on Facebook as I like to interact with others who share a love of the outdoors. You can also find a lot of my photography on my personal page as well as my professional photography page on Facebook at Chris Harbig Photography LLC.