TCPalm: January 12, 2017. Written by Becky Bruner.
The St. Lucie is the river closest to my heart. Each year she must deal with billions of gallons of fresh water she can't take but which is dumped on her. All I can do is watch as she tries to revive herself once more.
The old dark river has done this religiously for 80 years, but time is running out on her. My heart aches.
As a child I played on her banks. Thinking of myself as Huckleberry Finn, I made a homemade raft to float on her.
My first encounter with an alligator was at her south fork. I learned to water ski on her north fork.