Browsing: Everglades City Life & History

The house on the south end had been empty since Irma. I had watched it from the road for years, the way you watch a wound that isn’t healing: noting the pr

A fishing guide told me about it the way you’d tell someone about a road that got rerouted: as a fact of local geography that changed the way things worked

The road narrows south of the Tamiami Trail and the mangrove comes in close on both sides, and at a certain point on a Thursday morning in October the sign

The traps go out before first light, which means the boats go out before first light, which means if you are standing on the waterfront at five-thirty in t

The waterline mark on the outside wall of the Rod and Gun Club is at roughly chest height, depending on how tall you are, and it requires no caption once y

The stone crab claw arrived without ceremony. No slate board, no ramekin of aioli with a microherb on top, no explanation of provenance or season or the na

The man at the fuel dock did not look up when he said it. He was coiling a rope with the automatic efficiency of someone who has done it ten thousand times

The End of the Road The first thing you notice, if you arrive before anyone else is awake, is the smell. Low tide over mangrove mud at seven in the morning

The traps had been in the water for four days when I got to the dock at five in the morning to watch the boats go out for the pull. The air smelled of brin

The morning the stone crab season opened, I was at the dock before five-thirty, earlier than necessary, because the sky over the Ten Thousand Islands does