Other than for our intrepid Ann D, I am probably the last to arrive home from the Everglades City Flottila. I was glad to learn Ann had not started her 2 to 3 hundred mile sailing journey, sleepinng in the G-2, until the cold weather passed. It got down to 22 degrees one evening in the backwoods of the Everglades where I was.
On my way out a week later I ran into a ranger giving a lecture on orchids and sex. I inquired if he knew of Ann and if he was familiar with her flight plan. Yes he knew of Ann and her expedition. The Swamp Girl has evidently become as well known in the Everglades City area as is the Swamp Ape.
I don't know what to make of all the Panther talk, I picked up some interesting stories from the handful of folks who live in the Everglades itself. All I know is I had the good fortune to face down a mother panther and her two almost grown offsprings. A dozen rangers trying to track them down with their electronic tracking equipment never even got a glimpse of them. It was a proud moment as they pinned my Ranger Bob badge on my chest and saluted.
A couple of weeks later I paddled the Silver River and enjoyed the company of a tribe of wild monkeys. They recognized me as their long lost cousin who had went off to the big city life.
And now back to real life.
Bob K


