Trust me, this guy is NOT made of concrete! He was a real, live gator…about 10’ long. Dick and I were lead canoe when I spotted him sunning himself by the bank of the river. By the time the fourth canoe came around, he decided that was enough paparazzi and he was going to check US out and flipped over into the water. We decided this was HIS turf…and he could have it! We paddled on and gave him his space.
We saw 3 other smaller gators during the course of our four-hour trip, plus other assorted creatures: great white heron, baby blue heron, a raccoon, several squirrels, pileated woodpeckers, ibis, butterflies…many turtles…NO bears (thank goodness) nor deer. The last canoe occupants even spotted a great horned owl. And the rest of us heard owl hooting later on downstream.
It was a fun trip, with a lunch stop about mid-way through.
Tom, Dixie and Mary Ann went on back home, so that the rest of us could head to Orlando to Scott and Holly’s house for a great dinner and visit with them. We’ve got to get wee Molly and Mason up to visit with their Mayberry cousins!
It was a tiring day, so everyone was happy to get back home to warm showers. I know that I will be sporting sore muscles today!
Dick and I say goodbye to Bob and Lynne this morning and then head on back to WPB. We have stuff to do there, and people to see. It is time to close up, head out, drive south a bit………park, set up again.
That’s what the Travelingbells do.
And why not?