Monday, March 26, 2012


It was not what we were expecting. The dryness of the winter season makes this flat, normally swampy area look more like open prairie with dry ground, sawgrasses and low lying pines and cypress. The wind sounded like the wind in wide open country too; soft, high and clean. We had been imagining a deep water swamp with tall cypress trees hanging with spanish moss and humidity. At one point we saw the Gulf of Florida in the distance, a blur of pastel pink and blue waiting for the heat of summer to settle in. On one walk we saw our fill of wildlife and according to C, 24 crocodiles, though I suspect it was many more than that.

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