While National Parks are relatively few on the East Coast (only seven east of the Mississippi), there are three in Florida alone. The recent storms and devastation along the Florida coast highlight the high human habitation in the area, but in our weeks there we were amazed at the wildness and wildlife concentrated at America’s southern tip, so alive it felt like a fight against encroaching mankind.
The month of May saw us enjoying the Sunshine State at the Southernmost tip of the US in Key West, and knocking out three National Parks in Florida. Then we started our procession up the East Coast, stopping by Jacksonville – Seth’s old stomping grounds – and other lovely beaches before exploring the floodplains (i.e. swamps) of Congaree in South Carolina. Moving north, we checked out T.J.’s Monticello on the way to Shenandoah, where I saw my first bear and we weathered a big storm with friends and babies alike squeezed into the Whale. Continue reading “50 in 50: Month Four in 30 Seconds”