There are a bunch of different, distinct regions in Florida, and the flora and fauna. Even the humans vary quite a bit.
The heavily populated metro sprawl Atlantic Coast in not my cuppa tea. There is though is still a lot of interesting paddling a few miles inland. We got skunked 30 minutes countdown away from shuttle launch, intending to watch it from afloat in the Ula May Wildlife Refuge, pulled out the Florida Atlas and Gazetteer and looked for inland lakes, rivers and boat ramps north of Cape Canaveral.
Check out map pages 80 and 81.We ended up paddling the St Johns in the eponymous Wildlife Refuge, and later some obscure little creek at a second stop. Probably the best birding day of my life.
The Gulf Coast in not as heavily populated, especially up in the crook and along the panhandle. The folks there seem to be different Floridans, a little less Metro and little more redneck, which suits me fine.
The Everglades and Keys hold their own special paddling places, with special challenges.
With all that I remain fondest of North Central Florida, from Ocala Nation Forest north to the Georgia line. Still somewhat small town rural, the Nature Coast as it is billed. Santa Fe, Suwannee, free canoe camping on sugar sand beaches along the river, lots of spring runs. And less than 2 hours drive to either the Atlantic or Gulf coasts. Snowbird Paddler Heaven.
If I have one gripe with Florida it is the expense of car camping. Not even the typical RV thing in Walmart parking lots is allowed. There is an Indian casino that allows that kind of overnight stay, and some free or cheap stuff in Ocala Nation Forest that may harbor sketchy neighbors.
State Park campgrounds are often reserved and fully booked in the winter, and tend toward WTF pricey. As in I can get a Motel 6 with wifi and porn for that cost out west. Florida is not a place to try rambling footloose, unplanned and unreserved, and I dislike being forced into an already paid schedule.
That is understandable, given that snowbird vacationer spending drives part of the State economy. And, honestly, how much free or even cheap car camping is available anywhere along the east coast?
I remember footloose roaming Florida back in the late 70s and early 80s, kinda on the cheap and always finding a place to stay.
I also remember, back in the day. . . . .back when I walked uphill to school uphill both ways. . . . HEY YOU KIDS GET OFFA MY LAWN!. . . .back when Maryland State Park campsites were four bucks a night and there were fee primitive sites galore.
Those were the days, gas was 30 cents a gallon and a pack of smokes from a vending machine not much more.