Exploring plane wreckage, a fort, and more on Rocky Creek
At this juncture, your feet will feel the coldness of the creek water seep through your kayak and replace the warmth of Rocky Bayou’s H2O. On the morning of Sunday, Aug. 3, I enjoyed this moment as much as I have on many prior trips to the creek, which contains the decades-old wreckage of an Air Force plane, as well as a wooden fort and the remnants of a military training bridge.
I arrived at the mouth of the creek after paddling for about 20 minutes from my usual departure point of Fred Gannon Rocky Bayou State Park, next to Niceville and Bluewater Bay. The park charges a $4 fee for a single-occupant vehicle.

A few personal watercrafts jetted around the bayou while I paddled northeast to the creek on this mostly cloudy morning. Cool breezes greeted me following a rain shower, and not long after entering the creek, I passed swamp lilies, fragrant water lilies, and pickerelweed, the latter featuring purple flower spikes.



Rocky Creek runs through a section of the Eglin Air Force Base reservation, and kayakers and other paddlers must have an Eglin recreation permit to explore the river. An annual permit costs $30 and can be purchased online at eglin.isportsman.net.
Here is a description of the creek by Eglin AFB officials: “Rising deep within restricted areas, Rocky Creek is a blackwater stream that winds through some of the Eglin’s reservation’s most pristine hardwood forests. Rocky Creek experiences some of the highest gradients on Eglin, making for a very fast current.”



Paddling upstream on this river is definitely a great workout, and besides all the colorful flora, hopefully you’ll see some wild animals along the way.
On my latest journey, a foot-long fish that darted downstream was the first creature I spotted. The next one was a great blue heron, which I followed upstream and disrupted from resting spots several times. There was also a belted kingfisher that expertly avoided webs spun across the creek by golden silk spiders. On a previous trip, I saw two large wild boars running along a bank on the creek’s east side.
Rocky Creek also is home to some manmade marvels, or at least the remains of them.
For example, after passing underneath the State Road 293 bridge and going around a few creek bends, you’ll see some wreckage of an Air Force Convair F-102 Delta Dagger that crashed on April 5, 1958. This military interceptor plane crashed and was destroyed after a technical malfunction, but the pilot, Capt. Robert J. Welch, ejected safely.

A helicopter later recovered the plane’s engine, but sections of the Delta Dagger remain on both sides of Rocky Creek.


Farther upstream, and past a log I call the “Snake Log” because it often contains a snoozing banded water snake, stands a two-story wooden fort that juts over the water. Someone began building this structure several years ago. It’s an ideal place for a snack break.

Even farther upstream, and a little past the creek’s halfway point between the SR 293 bridge and Reservation Road 219, hang the remnants of an old, metal, 1 1/2-foot-wide military training bridge. I pictured military members running across the bridge in its glory days.


What missions did they go on? What were their hopes and dreams? What were their fears?
Sections of the bridge now dangle from cables that resemble thick vines. The cables still cling to a line that’s attached to trees, including a cypress tree that rises from the east bank and is so big it looks fake. The decaying bridge and cables smell like a rusting tractor in a field.

On my return trip to the state park, while approaching some fallen trees that blocked most of the creek, I spotted the right hind leg of an alligator resting on one of the now-horizontal trees. After rounding a bend, I saw the approximately 6-foot-long gator swimming on my left. It raised its left front leg, apparently to avoid a submerged stump but maybe to wave at me (Aug. 3 was international “Friendship Day,” after all) before submerging.

I made it back to the park shortly after 3 p.m. My round trip took five hours.
I’m already looking forward to another Rocky Creek adventure.


































