Browsing: Everglades City Life & History

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

The mullet jumped twice in the canal behind the Rod and Gun Club before I understood I was the only person watching. It was just past six in the morning, t

The smell hits you before the town does. Low tide over mangrove mud, brine and something organic underneath it, the particular scent of a place that has no