Sometimes I get to travel for work, and then sometimes I have time off when I travel for work. This particular trip I was working in Hollywood Florida, outside Miami.
It had been just over a week since I had come back from Detroit working on a film, when I flew out to Miami. Warm muggy days in sharp contrast to sub-freezing nights and snow. Work was over and my flight wasn’t until 8:30pm so I drove to the Everglades. First stop was Shark Valley where I rented a bike and took it on the 15 mile loop to the Shark Valley Observatory Tower and back. Turtles birds and a few shy gators greeted me on the way out.
“There probably won’t be many alligators active today” one of the rangers at the visitors center told me earlier. “It’s still a bit warm out for them” It seems they have sensitive skin (who knew) and can’t sit out in the sun on hot days for too long. Yet I tried to remain hopeful, that I might see a big one on the side of the road/bike path.
The loop is pretty flat as most things are in Florida, although one yelp reviewer commented that it was challenging on the way back due to 85 feet of gain over 7 miles. I imagine he isn’t a peak-bagger (one who hikes/climbs mountains to summit as many peaks as possible).
Eventually I saw a few people stopped on their bikes looking at something so I too stopped to take a look. I hate being “that guy” but hey I was looking for gators as well. I ended up seeing a few on the way out to the Observation Tower between 2 heavy yet short-lived downpours.
The first gator I saw (above). And then another (below). These were small (maybe 3–4 feet with the tail).
After 7 miles of biking I arrived at the observation tower. (Probably the highest point in the Everglades. I mean it’s practically peak-bagging).
And then while biking back it happened. I came across a big ole gator, parked right there on the side of the road, sittin’ there minding his own gator business.
Clicking off a few pictures he just sat there and stared, not moving a muscle. But I’ve seen too many nature documentaries of the seemingly docile alligator or crocodile snapping to life with lightning reflexes…it never ends well for the wildebeest. No gator selfies today.
Finally, after returning the bike I set out to check out the short but very wet Otter Cave Hammock Trail. The “trail” was pretty much a waterway, but what did it matter, I had been soaked 4 times so far from the rain. I just hoped none of those gators wanted to explore the trail while I’m prancing through the water.
A short video of the trail:
Alden — Great to see that you’re still adventuring! Fondly remembering the day we spent fishing for brownies at the Middle Rae Lake. — Dan
Hey Dan — I was just thinking about this trip the other day and am so thankful of the hospitality you all showed to a stranger. It was one of my best days on the trail! And boy was that fish delicious! ‑Alden