Back home in the squishy South, the air hot and moist like the inside of a bagel, I didn’t waste any time getting in some cold water.
Squatch and I played some hooky and rode around exploring “The Sinks” in Wakulla County.
Swimming down into a couple of these holes you stare deep into the abyss. A lacing of Cypress trunks, murky green moss, and pocked limestone blocks the dark entrance to the Florida aquifer hundreds of feet below. If a prehistoric gator were to ever emerge from anywhere, it would emerge from one of these slumbering pits- but you try not to think about that and just enjoy the 70 degree gin clear water.
You can’t let a few monsters spoil a good time.