We’re spending a week in this 1.5 million acres of wonderful wildness – a river of grass interspersed with small island forests called hammocks, and surrounded by the Florida Bay. Flamingo (at the southern end of the road) took quite a hit from Hurricane Irma, and most of the facilities are still closed. The crocodiles are still there, as are the white pelicans, and I’m happy to report that the largest mahogany tree in the US still stands.
Perhaps the most ferocious creature in the Everglades is the tiny mosquito. Last year’s swarms (the worst in 20 years) skyrocketed to the Hysterical level of the Mosquito Meter, but with temps on the coolish side, we were happy to hover on the Enjoyable end.
In desperate need of a hot (make that luke-warm) shower, we moved up to Long Pine Key campground near the entrance to the park, where we said good-by to Diana and Barry. They get the “Good Sports” award for enduring several chilly nights in their tent, with nary a complaint!