Behind the visitor center, just past the canoe and fishing rod rental, Paul has found a boardwalk into the swamp.
After a while, the path gets thinner and the trees get taller.
Our guide points out a huge Live Oak on the far right and Palm trees in the center.
The sunlight, as it filtered through the Palm tree canopy, was magical.
A soft path underfoot and the screech of a Sandhill Crane.
Paul knows a shortcut back to the boat dock.
Paul insists that we're on the right path.
It seems Macy may be having second thoughts.
Living the life of a dog.
I thought we were walking Macy around the block.
No. Paul had other ideas.
Fifteen minutes in the car and a boat ride later, we found ourselves on Hontoon Island, a Florida state park.
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