Greetings!! I’m back from camping and hiking in Florida! Bliss! It was just what this weary soul needed. Most of my time was spent exploring Florida’s National Parks: Everglades, Biscayne, and Dry Tortugas. (Total gator count? ~40)
At the end of my vacation, I had an unexpected bonus day and decided to day-hike a section of the Florida Trail. So… the Florida Trail is a huge jerk and here’s why:
I’m on mile 10 and have just unlocked hiker mode: the miles are coming, my mind is in lala land, and my eyes are glued to the trail.
I don’t see the alligator until it’s too late and his teeth are mere inches from my leg. I close my eyes and wait for the pain of his razor sharp teeth ripping into my soft flesh. Shoot, I really liked that leg.
Heart pounding, I sneak a peak at the alligator. He doesn’t move. His jaw is locked open and he looks at me with plastic eyes… WAIT!! PLASTIC??!! I wait several more seconds to make sure. Then I kick him in the face and finish my last 4 miles with poopy pants.
Very funny, Florida Trail…. grrrrr!!!!