All good things come to an end. After 17 short miles the bicycle trail and is and I am once again in the swamp my mock boots served me well as I cross a lawn levee wet with fresh do. The levee is high and down below I can see in hear big alligators jumping into the adjacent canal.
Then, there is a long abandoned dirt road leading to a ghost town destroyed way back in the 1920s by a devastating hurricane. Silence pervades. The loneliness is enjoyable.
Sunday, December 1st, 2013