St. Johns floodplain, Florida, anywhere between Lake Poinsett and the north end of Lake Harney (by Deep Creek) is my usual stomping grounds. The Econlockhatchee river used to be like a private getaway (the name means "hidden river), but Florida is "developing" so fast it has now become a raceway for jet skiers, and a dumping ground for cheap beer-aholics. I've taken many a full bottle of beer into the woods, and have always found it easier to carry empty ones out than full ones in!

North Florida has many great places, Blackwater creek being one of my favourites, and the Suwannee being one of the most famous, and the Suwannee drains from... The Okeefenokee... Let's Pogo everyone! I've camped in the Everglades, and emerged with enough blood left to feed a leech, a small one. Having been bitten by mosquitos from Alaska to Maine, midges in Scotland, horseflies in barnyards, dogs, cats and a woman with rabies I feel qualified to tell you...There ain't no skeeters like Okeechobee skeeters! We don't have much to boast of in the swamps, so I gotta get it all in.

Frank i.t.s.