Mosquito nightmares for both of us. We have a little bug spray for breakfast and head towards the other end of the everglades. We can’t survive two nights but the trails on the other end are supposed to have some easily visible wildlife. The Gator search must go on.
We find a trail just a few miles off the entrance and head down. The trail is a loop of wooden bridges suspended just above the concrete and we hear alligators everywhere. Turtles, garr, heron, and finally and stack of five or six baby alligators right near the trail. We continue the loop only partially satisfied. Just toward the end we see a small group huddled around a bend in the bridge looking down. The real deal, probably 7 to 8 feet long. It’s massive head was barely surfaced and it’s dark eyes were looking at all of us. It is just below the bridge, definitely within arms reach. Rory decides he will take advantage of that. Finding a stick, he and some European grandpa skewer it for signs of life. The beast shuffles back into the tall swamp grasses, disgruntled that it has lost its camouflage. That’s it for the everglades. We cruise up towards Orlando while simultaneously sending a multitude of facebook messages and couch surfing requests. A couple of girls I befriended in Vegas live in the area. They agree to house us for the night, having a place to stay is always a good feeling. Turned out to be an Saturday night. Got some chipotle, some light party supplies, and played the best board game ever made. Apples to Apples. We had a solid size group of their friends and roommates playing along and sharing some laughs. Once again we find ourselves meeting new people through obscure connections and hanging out with some randoms. This is our vague interpretation of the meaning of life, building relationships. Or something along those lines. Special shout out to Mija and Bobbie Sue (and their pups), not everything stays in Vegas…right?
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