EVERGLADES
AUGUST, 1987
The first time I visited the Everglades I was with my cousin
Little Dan.  We took an airboat ride across the "River of Grass"
and saw a three-finger Seminole Indian wrestle a apathetic
alligator. Thinking that was all there was to it, I didn't return
for three years.  Then I took my Mom on a canoe trip that
neither of us will forget.  It started off innocuously enough,
meandering thru the mangroves.  Then, while ducking thru
the branches,  Mom said, "Look out for the spider."  But
this was no ordinary spider, it was a gargantuan black and
white wood monster that would have plucked my eye out
if it had a chance!  Immediately going into survival mode,
I promptly flipped the canoe and all its contents into the
brackish water.  Good thing my buddy Jim was with us
as he retrieved her unwaterproofed camera and eyeglasses
from the six feet of water.  We righted the canoe in time to
watch a manta ray swim below our canoe!  As we paddled
back to the main waterway, we managed to arrive in time
for Captain Bligh in his cigarette boat to awash our
starboard side with a tsunami wave!  Splash!  Back into the
drink.  I should have learned to stay away from boats then.
HMMM, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD BE DINNER
THE ENDANGERED KEY DEER
The Everglades is a fascinating place that I found myself at again and again.  
I have countless pictures of here.  Eventually I found the alligators less
frightening than the spiders!  The greatest memory was when a few of us
fellows went fishing in Whitewater Bay and had some migrating dolphins
swimming along the side of the boat.  But they fumbled on the two!
COPYRIGHT © 1996 / DANIEL RUSH
COPYRIGHT © 1996 / DANIEL RUSH