EVERGLADES CITY, Florida - Rick Cruz parks his van at the edge of a deserted road and the four of us hop out. He hands my father, brother, and me long wooden sticks, which he suggests we not use as walking sticks, but as a way to try to see what’s in front of us by prodding the sticks into the mud. One last caveat: Be on the lookout for alligators since they tend to congregate near the road. Staying in single file, we follow Cruz and proceed to walk straight into the Everglades.
When I signed up for a swamp walk and persuaded my dad, 81, who lives in South Naples, and my brother Jim from Queens, N.Y., to join me, I expected we would get a little wet. We did bring dry shoes to change into. But I was surprised to find we would be walking in water up to our thighs with no chance of wearing waders, which would hinder our balance. Overcoming my initial fear of setting foot in a gator’s mouth or spying a poisonous water moccasin gliding atop the surface, I managed to inch deeper into this primordial soup.
