Touring the National Parks
I have got to admit, the eastern seaboard as a shocking poor showing of nationally protected lands. There’s Acadia in Maine, the Cape Cod seashore in MA, and there are little forests here and there, some mountains, but nothing with the beauty and grandeur of Yellowstone or the Grand Canyon until you hit the Everglades. To get to the Everglades I flew into Miami, got a Miami car rental, and headed straight over.
From there, though, I found out about a couple other sites, like Dry Tortugas off of Key West, so I returned the car at an easy rent a car location and picked up another Florida car hire that I could return with a little more flexibility, and headed out to the cluster of seven islands they call Dry Tortugas. I also wanted to check out the Biscayne National Park, which kind of seems like the Everglades with islands instead of swamp.
I will say this, though: in Acadia I was never poking the water hoping a giant prehistoric beast wouldn’t snap up at me. I am not a fan of the alligator. Frankly I’m not entirely sure who is; they really freak me out. Give me ice any day over tepid waters that may or may not eat you.
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