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The roller blader was blithely unaware of the diamondback rattlesnake in her path. One bladed foot pushed off, then the other, while the distance between human and serpent closed.
I thought to shout a warning. "Look out! There’s a rattlesnake ahead!" But I did not. I was afraid I might startle her, she might panic and fall, perhaps right on top of the snake. Click Here for the Full Story. |
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discover jonathan dickinson
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For those Atlantic-side hikers, bikers, and paddlers, set your sights on Jonathan Dickinson State Park and discover the unique and vanishing habitats of "Real Florida."
Although thousands of visitors each year explore more than a dozen natural communities within the 11,000-acre park, many are unaware of Jonathan Dickinson's daring journey through eastern Florida more than 300 years ago.... Click Here for the Full Story.
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_________________________________________________ It was just like I imagined it to be. The Florida Trail thru-hike was on. _________________________________________________
let it rip
BY JOHNNY MOLLOY
Click Here to Read More Excerpts from Johnny Molloy’s Hiking the Florida Trail: 1,100 Miles, 78 Days, Two pairs of Boots and One Heck of an Adventure.
the feral hog;
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We are near Florida’s Apalachicola National Forest before dawn. Light at this time of day, lost between a fading moon and a promised sun, brings to mind what Bruce Springsteen once described as a “lunar landscape” – a colorless countryside of infinite shades of gray. |
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a punishing run
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Thonotosassa - Eric Hornsby smiled when I asked him about paddling a stretch of the Hillsborough River called Seventeen Runs.
"It's pretty rough," the Hillsborough County park ranger said. "A lot of people get lost out there." A sign posted at the entrance of the bewildering stretch of river reads: "Abandon all hope ye who enter here." Click Here for the Full Story. |
BY TIM OHR |
For Bruce’s final day as my riding companion at Flatwoods Park, I had planned on something spectacular. |