From there, we drove further into the Everglades to the Shark Valley Visitor Center. We took the Bobcat Boardwalk trail--only a third of a mile--and took a few pictures. Though, really, there wasn't a lot to take pictures of, because it's all grass and trees and brush. There's a song about a man running through the Everglades, but I would never even make it to a walk. I'm pretty sure that if I set out on foot, I'd make it maybe a yard by tiptoeing, trip, fall, and get eaten by something. Or several somethings. In the annals of history, I will go down as the woman who was content to stay at home and drink coffee while the movers and shakers went out and explored.
At any rate, we continued our drive through the Everglades. We saw two turtles and a few birds, but no other wildlife. This was fine by me.