Author: Donald Reeves
Donald Reeves
Donald Reeves writes about Everglades City the way the place deserves to be written about: without the brochure language, without the manufactured wonder, and without pretending that a town of 400 people sitting at the edge of a swamp is something it is not.
THE MAN FROM SNOWY RIVER!
He has spent considerable time in Collier County's oldest settlement, arriving during stone crab season when the waterfront smells of brine and work, and returning in the off-season when the tourists are gone and the town goes quiet in the particular way that only genuinely remote places can. He has paddled the mangrove tunnels of the Ten Thousand Islands, eaten at places with no hours posted on the door, and spoken at length with fishing guides who navigate these waters by memory rather than chart.
His writing on Everglades City FL covers everything from tidal fishing conditions and kayak trails to lodging, local history, and the complex past that most Florida travel content carefully avoids.
He writes to give readers the honest version.
The story came up the way it usually comes up, which is sideways and without invitation. I was sitting on the waterfront eating stone crab at a table that
There is a lot on Camellia Street where a house used to be. I know this because the woman who sold me a cup of coffee at a place that does not have a sign
The first time I came to Everglades City in June I stepped out of the car and thought something had died nearby. That is not a poetic exaggeration. The sme
I heard about the crash the way you hear about most things in Everglades City, which is from someone who was not there but knew someone who was, standing i
The spoonbill was standing in about four inches of water off the western edge of Chokoloskee Bay, and I had been watching it for long enough that my coffee
What the Good Travel Magazines Still Cannot See I drove down from Naples on a Tuesday in late October, which is the right time to do it if you want to unde
The Waterline Is Still on the Wall The mark is at chest height on the eastern wall of a building off Camellia Street, a pale stain where the floodwater sat
Something Large Moving Through the Dark A fishing guide I know slightly, a man who has been running charters in the Ten Thousand Islands for longer than I
The Guide Who Does Not Have a Website I found out about him the way you find out about most things that matter in Everglades City, which is by being in the
What You Miss When You Are Looking for Something to Photograph The smell hits you before anything else. Not the Everglades smell you might have imagined, n