A “Catwalk” Through A Cypress Swamp May 23, 2016Posted by nrhatch in Exercise & Fitness, Nature, Travel & Leisure.
When we lived in NC, we spent many wonderful weekends camping and hiking in the Blue Ridge Mountains and Great Smokies.
We loved to pack a picnic and hike to a waterfall where we could park our butts on a big boulder mid-river to enjoy the rushing water (and an adult beverage, or two). Here, there is plenty of water but waterfalls are few and far between.
BFF misses our mountain meanders ~ not enough to hike the Appalachian Trail, but enough to wander in the woods and set a spell. We came close earlier this month.
Wanting to fit in another road trip before Florida temps rose from warm to steamy, we headed to Sebring for a short visit.
Emphasis on short.
We enjoyed a quick peek at Lake Jackson . . .
And strolled around the Circle Shops, stopping to visit a pottery studio, before bidding adieu to Sebring.
With Sebring in our rear view mirror, we headed to nearby Highland Hammock State Park to do some hiking in the woods.
Our first hike started out as an easy flat walk along an elevated boardwalk.
High above the muck and mire. Just the way I like it!
Without warning, our easy hike turned into a balancing act along a narrow “catwalk” suspended over the murky Cypress Swamp.
The catwalk had a handrail on one side and NOTHING between us and the swamp on the other.
The people who built it must have had a good laugh at the one-sided structure they left in their wake.
To make matters worse, stuff kept falling out of the tall tall trees because a big storm had blown through the night before.
Every time a big limb dropped with a CRACK, we jumped.
Especially after seeing the creature from the black lagoon rising from the swampy soup.
To claim the boardwalk for lunch.
We didn’t see any gators or snakes.
We were OK with that.
We did see some interesting hoo doos.
And pixies hiding among the primordial ferns.
Eventually the canopy gave way to blue sky and we climbed down from the catwalk to terra firma.
Happy we lived to tell the tale, we readied ourselves to hike another trail.
Which turned out to be a very gnarly one.
After meeting up with this wise old oak . . .
We continued along the trail until we heard “a bear” crashing through the forest in our direction.
Deciding we’d had enough nature for one day, we fled the trail.
Aah . . . that’s better!