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Anarchy in the Everglades National Park


American Alligator (aka Big Moma)

As the U.S. Federal Government shut down moved into its 28th day, we wondered what we would find as we drove through the unmanned entrance to the Everglades National Park. Would it look like something out of Deliverance or the Paper Boy? Or would it be filled with entitled travelers who don't know how to pack out their own trash and bring their own toilet paper?


Our plan was to check out the park and, if possible, camp there overnight. We figured, with no one home, we could park our van just about anywhere. We didn’t see any official vehicles anywhere along the road. Also missing, the stream of cars that usually accompany entrance into a National Park. The road was virtually empty.


The long flat road and the Savanna of Florida

Alone on the Road to the Everglades

The illusion of water on the road in the Everglades

The road was straight and flat. Mirages of water loomed on the roadway ahead then quickly disappearing as we approached. We passed by groves of Long pines, the naked branches of greyish-white Cypress trees, and a grassland that stretched to the horizon in both directions. David and I both felt like we had been here before in the Serengeti. The only thing missing was a pride of lions, elephants, and the towering frames of giraffes. The Everglades is the Serengeti of the United States. Instead of crocodiles and hippos there are the American Alligator and Manatees. Like the Serengeti, there were lots of creatures that could kill you.


Panther Crossing

It looks deceptively dry but underneath is moving water flowing towards the Gulf Coast and the Atlantic

The dry season grasslands transitioned into the true saw grass water lands that spread from coast to coast and drain out of Lake Okeechobee to the north. The Everglades is 1.5 million acres and one of the world’s most diverse ecosystems. It is a network of swampy grasslands and waterways that are habitat for thousands of species of birds, alligators, and twenty-three species of snakes, turtles, and the elusive panther. There are also lots of nasty insects that like to bite you.


The true landscape of the Everglades. Moving water that floods the sawgrass landscape.

As we drove deeper into the glades we saw lakes and ponds along the roadway. Then islands of trees called hammocks. Roads turned off to other destinations within the park but we were headed to the end of the road to Flamingo campground and the gulf coast where the fresh water of the Everglades met and mixed with the salt water of the gulf coast ocean.


We passed by a marina and then entered a park with a sharp Florida grass meadow with rows of picnic tables and a bathroom at a boat launch. What we saw surprised us. Tents were set up near the beach on the far side of rows of picnic tables. Another camp was set up near the boat launch. People were fishing in the ocean on kayaks or from shore. Again we didn't see an official vehicles. We found a pull out that looked toward the beach and thought it might make a good place to camp for the night.


A rare thing. Solitude in the main area of a National Park

Just as we were throwing around the idea, a middle-aged woman with an NPS hat and blonde hair drove up on a camouflage ATV. She was wearing an official looking NPS jacket and looked agitated as she said, “ You can’t camp here”. I looked a little closer and saw that her jacket said National Park Service volunteer. I realized that she might be one of those vigilantes that are running loose in our national parks or maybe she was a member of the Minute Men militia. She didn’t say a word about our dogs as we unloaded them to go for a walk and take photos of sunset.


The telling image of a peaceful Everglades Campground

We walked down to the water as the sun was dropping in a muted sky along the waterline. I stood on a picnic table to take some photos of the sun to the west lighting up the sky. The shoreline was dotted with people enjoying the evening. As I took photos I felt small specks of fire on my skin like burning pinpricks on my scalp. No see-ums. I tried to focus on taking photos but they kept biting. The irritation finally sending me back to the van and an insect proof barrier. I could imagine being in the thick of the Everglades being eaten alive by swarms of no see-ums and mosquitoes.



A peaceful scene of a man fishing off the beach in his kayak



David came back with the dogs and we drove over to the campground. On a message board were a list of available campsites and a list of sites with reservations. What we saw surprised us, open campsites. As we drove through the campground Loop A we saw campers quietly enjoying a warm evening, cooking dinner, and setting up tents. We looked around and we couldn’t find anything out of place other than the place had lots of empty campsites on Martin Luther King (MLK) holiday weekend. There weren’t any bands of banjo playing youth. No shredded meadows from someone doing donuts on the grass. No piles of garbage spilling out of overflowing dumpsters. No off duty marauding gators looking for children or fluffy small dogs to eat. It all looked so peaceful.


Boyscouts of America invading the defenseless Everglades

Images of the Flamingo campground at in the Everglades


We parked and David headed for the bathroom but on reconsideration returned to grab a roll of toilet paper. We had heard about the paperless national park bathrooms. Upon returning David informed me that there was toilet paper in the bathrooms and hot showers. We were shocked.

We slipped off to sleep assured that we were safe from being robbed by unemployed federal workers looking for food.


In the morning the sun was shining and the National Park was still closed. As we left the campground we met up with the woman who had yelled at us the night before. We struck up a conversation and found out the volunteer jacket was borrowed and that she was actually an employee of the concessionaire that ran the campground and marina. They had a contract that said that they would continue to run their business through a government shutdown.


Private concessionaire employee keeping the peace. (Taken with iphone)

They were the buffer between order and chaos. I can’t help but believe that if they were not able to continue making money this shutdown would already be over. Our president and his cronies were all about the money. Letting federal workers go hungry is one thing. Letting their donors profits suffer, that is quite another matter.


Since the official NPS Visitors center was closed we stopped by the concessionaires marina store to buy our Everglades National Park sticker to place on the boxes on the back of our van. The electricity was on and the ice cream was cold.


Our plan for the day was to visit the most interesting places we’d seen on the way in. We stopped at West Lake and a number of ponds.


West Lake. A large open water lake.

Boardwalk destroyed by a hurricane. The gate in the previous photos blocks this section off.

At the Coot Bay pond we met two older women and an older man getting ready to set off in canoes. We talked to them and found out that the man’s name was Roger Hammer, he was setting out with the two women, who would be in another boat, to take photos of them for the upcoming release of a book he was writing on paddling the water trails of the Everglades. Turns out he has published quite a few books about the Everglades and also a book on wildflowers of Florida. He explained how the lakes and ponds are interconnected by waterways. They were heading out through this pond to another one along the waterways trail.



Want to learn more about the Everglades? Here are links to some of Roger’s books on Amazon.

Then we stopped at the Mahogany hammock. A slight elevation of the ground measured in inches made the difference between swampy grassland and islands of trees. Along the islands were natural moats of open water. The trail left the parking lot along a boardwalk over the saw grass and water and then through the forest of tall trees of mahogany, palms, a few strangler figs, and other native trees. The trees in this particular hammock were predominantly the mahogany.


Boardwalk into the Mahogany Hammock


Then we visited the dwarf Cypress forest. Islands and dwarf cypress trees stood stark and greyish white against the tawny grasses. The bases of the cypress bulb out, then the trunk narrows before branching out.



We did the tourist route, leaving the back country for travelers who were braver than us. I just don’t have an affinity for risk taking that includes random encounters with alligators and venomous snakes or biting insects. We finished our tour with the Anhinga trail at Royal Palms. Earlier, I met a photographer that told me we would see lots of wildlife there and of course lots of gators.


We ventured ten feet from our car out to the trailhead. There on the other side of a low concrete wall were our first gators. There was a large momma gator next to a tiny baby alligator. She was situated between her little baby and us. If you didn’t know better you’d think she was dead or sleeping. Don’t be fooled! As I saw later (at the Everglades Alligator Farm) when motivated they can scale walls and move very quickly. I imagine trying to pet her baby would result in quick movement.


So cute and cuddily. Protected by Big Mama (shown above)!

Farther down the trail a beautiful black and white Anhinga fanned out it’s wings and tipped its head. What a poser! The trail was a paved walkway around a large open body of water. Then the pavement ended and a boardwalk led out into the pond where islands of higher ground created resting areas for different types of turtles and basking alligators along with herons, egrets, anhingas, and Purple Gallinules. In the clearer water of the pond we saw lots of different species of fish and a turtle swimming. This pond habitat was teeming with lots of different species that called the Everglades home.


Green Heron

Anhingas


Great Blue Heron

Purple Gallinules


Two species of turtles

Photo 1 & 2: Eastern Chicken Turtle.

Photo 3: Possibly a Florida Cooter

Photo 4: Definitely a Florida Softshell Turtle


We were lucky to stumble into a government crisis that afforded us the opportunity to camp in the Everglades on a holiday weekend. We saw another part of our natural environment that is one of the largest National Parks in the lower 48. I can’t imagine falling in love with the Everglades, or Florida for that matter, but I’m glad that we got to visit this unique natural environment.


Elevation is relative. I can't imagine seeing a sign like this on the west coast.

I have a better understanding of the geography of a landscape at or a few feet above sea level, why hurricanes are so devastating, and the impact of expanding development on the Everglades ecosystem.


Basking on shore on a very tiny island.


We just dipped our toes into the surface of this diverse ecosystem and luckily an alligator didn’t bite them off.


We watched this gator disappear just below the surface of the water. You can't tell where they are which is very unsettling.

More info on visiting the Everglades National Park

If you only have a little bit of time to explore the park visit the Royal Palm / Anhinga Trails.


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