by Tim Homan
Spring 1975, my first canoe trip in the Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge. I had signed up for a Sierra Club trip to the swamp, an introductory one-nighter from Steven C. Foster State Park to the designated campsite on Cravens Hammock. Our group of five would begin paddling at the park well within the western boundary of the refuge. Our three canoes would glide half the length of Billys Lake, follow the Suwannee River to the dredged canal butted up beside the Suwannee River Sill, a long and low earthen dam. We would turn right onto the canal and head north beside the sill, then follow the North Fork Suwannee River to Cravens Hammock. Ten and a half miles out, the same distance right back in: simple, nearly impossible to become lost, the swamp water deep and tea dark all the way.