Part 1 of 2
It's time to begin heading west for the winter months. This adventure is known as the
Panhandle Adventure Trail, or PHAT, which is another 500+ mile long overland trail running from east to west across northern Florida. Spoiler alert - it ended up being much longer! The trail begins on Amelia Island and ends near Mobile, Alabama, in the central time zone. If I were to summarize the trail I would break it into three separate 200 mile sections:
- east
- central
- begins east of Tallahassee and ends around Marianna
- if you can only complete one section this is the one to shoot for
- trail turns south and drives down to the gulf coast
- much time spent in Aucilla WMA, Bradwell Bay Wilderness, Tate's Hell WMA and State Forest, and Apalachicola National Forest
- approximately 1,000,000 acres of wilderness for away from cities
- sandy, swampy, wet, and overgrown trails
- west
- Mariana to near Mobile, Alabama
- central time zone
- flat and sandy with some occasional clay
- passes through Blackwater River State Forest
- many water activities and sandy trails just north of Milton and near Pensacola
Many thanks to Tony (Vman1313 Adventures) for all of the time and effort in creating this and many other adventure trails in Georgia and Alabama. You can find his
website here with over a dozen separate overland trails.
Here I am the night before my next adventure begins - my ship is full of supplies and fuel, my pre-adventure checklist has been completed, and I am ready to begin chasing the sun. What you see in this picture and what is reality are sometimes two very different things. What you do not see is the pile of garbage behind me in a small grove of trees left by what I suspect, were homeless people. Clothes, food wrappers, filthy blankets, etc.
My main point is that even though I explore the most beautiful locations in these United States, not everything is perfect. We all struggle and life would not be complete without the highs and lows. I guess another way to put it is, the good would not feel so good unless the bad hurt so bad.
On the shore of the mighty Atlantic Ocean; more specifically, Fernandina Beach, on
Amelia Island. Let another adventure begin!
Early on I wound through a maze of backroads with nice balance between pavement and sand. Some of the sandy roads showed signs of frequent travel while others say limited use. Our speed varied from 25-35 mph and it was fun to just enjoy a relaxing ride through the forest, pop out into a remote rural setting, and drop back into the trees.
Throughout my travels in the forests it is not unusual to happen upon sections of the working forest that are being harvested. If you begin to see signs posted along the trail saying "beware of logging trucks" you can be assured you are in an active area. I have never had any problems whatsoever and even if the road is temporarily blocked, the men have no problems suspending operations for a moment as I squeeze through. It is fun watching the different equipment cut and handle the trees.
Yikes, here was a tough decision to make - I was in the middle of the forest, alone, and was just below one-half tank of gasoline, and the road ahead was rough-graded. It was sandy and soft with 1:1 water filled ditches on either side, and I didn't know if things improved a mile down, or if they became much worse. Even though I had my
Warn 16.5ti heavyweight winch and
AEV Full-Size Trail Recovery Gear Kit, I still had no desire to become stuck in the middle of a 750,000 acre forest with no cellular service. With that in mind, I tested the situation and proceeded forward in two-wheel drive, all seemed fine as long as I continued forward at 5-10 mph. For close to ten miles I was concerned that at any moment I could become stuck since some of the areas felt very soft and mushy with water just below the surface.
In the middle of the forest I came upon a huge dragline excavator mining phosphate use to produce fertilizer for farmers. In order to properly reference the size you must consider that this machine was off to the right, and slightly behind the pickup truck in the lower left hand corner. Note there are no tracks on this machine since it is so large - it uses pads to "walk" since it only occasionally moves. From what I was able to gather, the phosphate vein in this area has been mined since the late 1960s and there is enough material for the next few thousand years. The operation involves clearing off the top ten feet of soil and then removing the vein which itself is around ten feet thick.
My gosh, another even more interesting road in the middle of the forest. This one felt like wet bread so without much argument, I took time to study my map and locate a safe go-around. If you have been following my travels you are beginning to recognize that finding washed out bridges, impassable roads, etc. happen occasionally. This is part of the adventure and adds some excitement to the mix. If everything were perfect as expected, life would be boring.
The sun has begin to set on another night in the forest. I never worry about finding a place to camp for the night since there is normally not another soul within a dozen or more miles of me. There are days where I will drive for most of the day and never come across another person. Sometimes I pass a hunter or another local taking a shortcut but much of my time is peaceful and alone. If you have not camped alone deep in the forest I would encourage you to do so. It's unusual these days but it feels so good so give it a shot and share your experience with others.
Trails in Florida would not be complete without the occasional 'Sippie Hole to cross. Most are around one foot deep but you always must remain cautious. In 2001, just months after my newest Jeep arrived, a brand new 2002 Solar Yellow Wrangler TJ with 4.0L inline six and 5-speed manual, I was playing in a local area of Florida where the big boys played with their full sized rigs running 44s behind built V8s. If you can, visualize me dropping into a deep hole with huge ruts and becoming high centered. My Jeep slowly leaned over to the right and I watched my hood sink below the water line. I was smart enough to shut off the engine since I realized I would be sucking in water in about one-half a heartbeat. Water entered the engine but there was no damage - I was pulled out and after some time we had her back running again. I changed the oil, transmission, transfer case, and differential fluids several times over the next week until all began to look like oil, and not chocolate milk. Be careful and make sure you check - grab a stick and poke around, or take off your shoes and trousers and walk in.