The wilderness… imagine an arid desert, a vast expanse of sand dunes sculpted and re-sculpted by the night wind. Shifting sands with lonely outcroppings of hardy date palms, bull-rush and ground creepers, even maybe an oasis with a small watering hole for the creatures who live there. It is heaven for them – unspoiled, with its natural beauty secrets kept intact.
There is such a wilderness close-by – though not a desert – but a wilderness nevertheless. Its natural beauty still kept pretty much secret, unspoiled by human litter and refuse. This body of water lies along the border of sunshiny Florida and beautiful Alabama. It flows quietly, gently and silently down to the Gulf of Mexico. Its banks lined with stands of pine, fir and cypress, over-arching berry bushes and vines the Perdido River stands supreme and is the cleanest river in the South-land.
We are Perdido Natural Adventures. We dedicate ourselves to sharing this river paradise with you nature lovers, bird watchers, hikers, kayakers, canoers, and those among you who treat all of creation with human tenderness. We ask only that you help us be responsible stewards, keeping the place clean and ever pristine, unblemished and unscarred for others to enjoy.
We cordially invite you to contact us to make a reservation – for a camping trip, or a sight-seeing trip, even tube trips… the activities are endless.
A young man kayaking
When I lived in San Francisco, I drove across the Oakland Bay Bridge to work. The city skyline was magnificent but the Bay itself presented a much more interesting mixture of sights. There was Yerba Buena island with the Coast Guard station, Treasure Island with the US Navy station, and the Oakland docks with its Army base. Off on a distance toward the Golden Gate bridge, stood old rock heap Alcatraz, rimmed with piled jagged rocks and other broken pavement refuse.
Down by the Embarcadero estuary and landings, little yellow plastic looking objects resembling miniature boats bobbed up and down. The objects were one-man, two-man kayaks – I was told. I didn’t know kayaks sat low in the water. Some models looked like the person and the boat formed one seamless object. Dressed in hooded black rain coats, the kayak-ers appeared “installed” and “sealed” into the vessel.
Perdido River Kayak-ers
Perdido Natural Adventures kayaks are more conventional. They are open vessels and like miniature boats, they are indeed loaded with “kayaking” fun. You use a paddle to propel yourself forward and to keep the kayak on an even keel (balanced) so you don’t capsize.
Look at this dude with a giant-sized cooler for a back rest. The cooler must be full. See how low the aft sits on the water? But kayaks naturally sit low in the water. This dude is an expert kayak-er as we can see by the maneuver he executed to negotiate the river’s bend. He’s having fun. Loads of it.
The still waters of Perdido River is a kayaker’s dream. Relaxing ride… deep and cool still waters.
Paddling up-stream’s easy, relaxing. Rowing a light canoe or paddling a kayak, one can take time to look and admire the surroundings. The water swirls and makes a tympani sound as the wooden oar hits the water. It is a familiar sound of cavitation and music to the ears of those who love the great outdoors.
The most amazing things happen on the upper river. Birds nesting, woodpeckers drilling holes on tree trunks, and squirrels squatting into holes built by other creatures. A lonely bald eagle roosts on a pine limb, its sharp eyes surveying the river bank pools for fish feeding on eel grass. Then there’s the lotus plants, leaves spread covering the surface, adding a bit of color to the otherwise clear shallows.
How refreshing to breathe fresh air… unadulterated by smog and other chemicals in the atmosphere. Yes this is wilderness at its prime. As Longfellow would say… “with the murmuring pines and hemlocks…”
Come on down and visit with us.