Steam rising from warm water in the canal produces localized patches of fog along the southern-most highway in Florida. This morning picture was shot about a half mile from our campsite. After considering options, we've decide to hangout in the swamp through Christmas. It is about as quiet here as anywhere between Miami and Naples. Anyway, we need a place to hang our blinky lights and tinfoil so Santa can find us.
I swear, this place is like being in the Amazon rain forest without the rain. After wandering the safe woods of the Yoop for so many years, I feel like a the "Stranger in a Strange Land" here in "the glades," needing to always keep a wary eye for lurking cougars or hungry gators.
If it weren't for the Spanish Moss, I'd think this long leaf pine was in my back yard. The moss is an air feeding plant, has no roots and does not damage it's host.
I found this (Florida Snake Bird) ANHINGA, 50 ft. from our door, drying it's wings after a totally submerged, fish-dinner-dive into the water. Their feathers are not waterproof like ducks which requires them to sit out of the water and dry before another flight.
One blade of Saw Grass gone to seed in the million and a half acres of the Everglades "Sea of Grass."
Standing guard at the entry to our home is this 10 times life size, cement cougar. It's somewhat kitch, but hey, always fun to find another "Roadside Attraction."
We'll fire up the rig this morning for a supply run to Naples and then back to our comfy spot here in the tall grass. Well stocked with food, drink and Santa-bribe cookies, we'll be awaiting the jolly old man's cheerful "Ho-Ho-Ho." Have no fear Santa, I'll be on top the rig with my 30-30 guarding your reindeer, should the hungry cougars be on the prowl.
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