Lars Andersen and his Adventure Outpost are known for the expert guiding of kayak trips to our Florida springs and marshes and creeks. He's known for his deep knowledge of the natural world. He's known for his gentle way of teaching. Lars is not as well known for his writing. Which is just wrong. Here's an excerpt from his latest essay.
"Some days I slip below the water’s surface and glide through the flowing ether, past schools of bream and darting needlefish and weave through billowing pastures of eel grass and bitter cress, over the intricately sculpted limestone rim of the vent and then down into the lightless chasm. I’m in utter darkness. Everything I see and feel—the water’s coolness, the power of its flow, the pressing silence—is the pure essence of the earth. Its temperature becomes my own. I am buffeted by Florida’s pulse; awash in her "vital signs."
Damn, what a paragraph. And now go read the rest of this essay. (Have a kleenex near by.)
Some years ago Lars published Paynes Prairie: The Great Savanna. These days the best way to keep up with his writing is to subscribe to his "wanna go" list which besides offering up kayak trips, contains long descriptive, historical, and personal essays about each paddling location. Someday these will be collected into a book. But until then, between the "wanna go" list and Lars' blog, we'll be able to keep up with some of the most tender and knowledgeable essays about the natural world of Florida.