I told Bryan and Jordan we were at the Suwanne River and all they could both manage was a "Huh?" So I sang a few lines from the song... *ahem* "Waaaay down upon the Suwanneee River, far far awaaay..."
Again. "Huh?" "Have you lost your mind?"
We parked the bikes, got our cameras and began to look around. Julie found a spot that allowed us to get by the rivers edge then she began to look around at the trees and plants that were growing there.
As you can tell from the photos, it was really nice at this little cove. The river was flowing, but the only way you could tell it was by looking at the water as it went around limbs or other things in the the water. Other wise it was as smooth as glass.
We were done taking pictures and looking around and decided that while we were stopped we'd go ahead and book our hotel rooms for the night. Julie got out her hotel directory and ever present cell phone, I got the road map and we went to work. That's when another one of those neat things that seem to only happen when we're on a bike trip occurred.
We began to hear the sound of a flute or similar instrument in the distance. The music seemed to be dancing on the wind and was the most haunting melody, like nothing I've ever heard before. It continued for the longest time, in fact the musician played long enough that Julie and I were able to get the rooms booked and Bryan and Jordan were able to get our camera back out a take some video footage, recording the music using the audio while filming..
I remembered seeing a sign before we crossed the river and stopped for a campground that was close by and on the riverside. The sign also made mention of Seminole Indian information, souvenirs and live shows and figured that the music must have been one of the shows.
We packed up and got back on the bikes headed for Valdosta, Georgia for the night.
