Just a few minutes before “Jumper” swam lazily beside the boat, Captain Rick warned his passengers to keep their arms safely inside. Even though the eight-foot gator didn’t seem to be sizing us up for lunch, I decided to heed the captain’s advice and snap some pictures with a keen eye on my limbs.
Clutching onto vines and the bark of old-growth cypress trees damp with humidity, I inched my way over rotting tree trunks and through shoulder-high ferns trying to stay on the muddy ground rather than slosh through the knee-deep water.
The Florida Everglades is a wondrous place and not at all what I expected. I had the pleasure of going on Capt Steve’s Swamp Buggy Adventures in the Big Cypress National Preserve.