On a day we didn't feel like hunting for houses, we hunted for gators. We stopped at a Dairy Queen for some Blizzards and asked the lady how might be the best way to see some. She talked a little about how we could see some in a secured, safe environment at an Indian reservation somewhere close by and then went on to say to stay away from Highway 27, never go to Highway 27, you will die if you go to Highway 27, yada, yada, yada...
So as we started our trip to Highway 27, we first got in a car accident during rush hour on a Miami freeway. This picture makes it seem like we were the cause of the accident, but I can attest that we were the least to blame in the incident. Many other witnesses can attest the same.
This minor delay and annoyance didn't stop us in our search for wild alligators.
As you will see below, we were pretty successful.
Yes, Bryan is standing a lot closer to the alligator than me.
We think this one is a crocodile?
So all said and done we saw 1 alligator and 1 crocodile on our first everglades adventure. Not so bad!
2 comments:
When my parents lived in Florda an alligator ate some lady in their neighborhood...and her dog.
You shoulda wrastled that monster! Pin it! Make me some gator boots, or a jacket, or something! Next time, yeah?
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