Rode to the city where I spent many weekends and holidays as a youth. My mother’s side of the family is from Georgetown. Everyone has died or moved away but the city is still near and dear to my heart. Good times.
Heading out of Georgetown I took South Island Rd all the way until it ends at the Yawkey Wildlife Center ferry. It added a couple of miles but it was well worth it. The road is partially lined with cypress swamps. In one of the swamps I saw the most gorgeous gator. It was black at tar, 6 foot in length and trim. Most gators I’ve seen are blackish brownish. This one was striking. It was sunning on a patch of land a foot or so down from the edge of the road. I pulled over and tried to sneak up to get a picture but it scurried off into the cypress swamp. My GoPro camera caught a glimpse of it.
The weather was ideal. Mostly overcast and in the upper seventies. Occasionally it got into the 80’s.
My mind was saying this is a good day to accomplish a double century. My body said “no”. I may never accomplish a double century at this late age. I’m amazed at people who can pull that off.