Friday, March 16, 2007

Herons, and Gators, and Trains


Herons, and gators and trains, oh, my!
Doug and I spent the last few days camping in central Florida, the Old Florida where you can go miles and never see a tourist attraction or a Disney billboard. Just marsh, forest and boiled peanuts. We popped that tent up at Blue Spring State Park where we slept with the freight trains rumbling past our heads. We now know why God invented ear plugs. Doug led me on a very long, very warm hike through the jungle. It counted for several days of exercise, and needless to say, we met just one other masochist during the four hours. Even I was willing to jump into the 72-degree spring which bubbles up a gazillion gallons of crystal clear water each day. Above us, the herons watched from the moss-draped trees, the garfish tread water below with their mouths open waiting for something with more meat on its bones, and the gators sat silently soaking up the sun on the banks. It was a bit nerve-wracking, and I didn't last long, but it was deliciously cool. Wish you were here!

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