It wasn't long before we passed under Interstate 75. (Sony Point and Shoot)
There were a couple of state-funded, semi-developed camps along the stretch of river we ran. Each had bathrooms and a handful of screened-in shelters that could be reserved. They looked clean and well-cared for with friendly volunteer hosts. Not really our thing, though. We poked around, then hopped back on the river to search out a lonely beach somewhere in the settling afternoon light. (Sony Point and Shoot)
Steve throws in a fishing line for a couple of minutes before we settle back in to paddling. Alas, the $17 fishing license would come to naught. He got not so much as a nibble in three days.