Monday, March 3, 2014

Cast Away

I woke this morning and I could see the lights of a city. A big city. The ship was slowing down, and picking up a pilot, and we were heading to our final port of call Fort Lauderdale Florida. As we headed upstairs for breakfast the ship was very quiet. Some passengers were openly weeping; others sat at the dining room tables, with blank expressions on their faces, watching the real world approach as the ship neared her berth.
Port Everglades Ahead
After 15 days at sea we have lost all of our survival skills. Who will feed us? Entertain us? Drive us around in busses and show us stuff?  We have been to seminars for photography, origami, navigation, and even how to make balloon animals, but nothing to prepare us for reentry into society. This is going to be tough.

Our bags were collected last night and we were given customs forms to fill out. We are lead off the ship and into a cavernous building where our luggage has been set. After picking up our bags we wait in the US Customs line with our form, and passports in hand. As we approach the customs officers the one that is working our line is talking to another that is working the line to our right. They are talking aboot sports, or cars or something, more important than looking at anyone in the lines as they take our forms and never even ask anyone anything. Welcome to amerika…
After an exciting adventure of discovering where the rental car counters are at the Fort Lauderdale airport, we get our rented Ford pointed in the wrong direction. Soon Zumo trickster gps of the raven clan discovers she is in Florida, and we are soon going another wrong direction but I now know which way is south.
After several recalculating issues we arrive at the Everglades National Park Ernest Coe visitor center and after a chat with one of the parks integrative rangers, we head off to the Anhingh Trail. Seeing some of the parks wildlife just might make losing our ship better.

Double Crested Cormorant Welcomed Us To The Park
Just down the trail Green Heron was hard at work
American Crocodiles

This National Park might not be a great place to swim, but a great place to adapt to life after ship.

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