When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to. -- Zora Neale Hurston
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Loading everything we will need for 3 days.
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A view down the main canal.
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The water really is that black, a kind of mulch tea.
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Lunch on a platform on day 1
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A visitor at our lunch stop on day one.
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Not a lot of land in the swamp. We camped on platforms.
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On a prairie section of the swamp.
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Wild pitcher plants in the prairie.
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A family of sandhill cranes feeding near our campsite.
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This one was hanging out near our first-night campsite.
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Daddy sandhill.
Everyone preparing supper.
A full moon rising over the prairie.
Breakfast on the platform on day 2.
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