Anna Bahney writes about her latest experience in the Everglades.
Sure there are risks to walking through a swamp — of running into gators or panthers or, more likely, of tripping over cypress knees and touching poison ivy. But facing all these fears, as you troll at a step-by-careful-step walking pace through a swamp canal, accomplishes something a visit to Margaritaville won’t. It shuts everything else off, save the sound of your feet squishing through mud. As you walk, you’re not thinking about who is texting you or whether your maps app will steer you to a decent place to have dinner.
