At a nearby Nature preserve, it can definitely get a bit close to Nature at times. There are alligators in the ponds along the path I was walking a couple of days ago. Normally I don’t see them. No one was around, and I had the place to myself on a beautiful late Spring day with a nice breeze off the surrounding marshes and river. All in all, a perfect day.
I tried out for the first time my portable folding chair that weighs about two pounds. I set it up at my favorite spot on that path along the former rice ponds. It was so relaxing out there with that very nice breeze.
When I packed up to leave about a half hour later, what do I see but a 6 ft. alligator on the path 20 feet from where I had been sitting, unbeknownst to me.
Oh Gee, I’d have to gingerly walk past him with about five feet of clearance, or else have to walk a half mile the other way to reconnect with the path back to the parking lot. Foolishly, since I thought he looked asleep and mellowed out in the sun, I very slowly, and with mounting trepidation, walked past him, uneventfully, thank goodness, but thinking to myself, “This is a dumb thing to do,” but I had just the day before watched a guy with his pet gator all cuddly together.
Needless to say, I won’t be doing that again. When I had gotten past him I stopped to look back, and he was moving toward the water, his jaws opening in what I presumed was a sleepy yawn. “Good boy! Just stay right where you are while I get the heck out of here!”
This is yet another cautionary tale of my most recent Nature mis/adventure, but such is my life in the wilds.
Here he is: