Nothing anywhere else is like them: their vast glittering openness, wider than the enormous visible round of the horizon, the racing free saltness and sweetness of the massive winds, under the dazzling blue heights of space. (pg. 104)
This quote is incredibly visual, and provides a beautiful and detailed picture of the everglades. It reminded me of my first experience with the everglades. My first, and sadly last visit to the everglades was when I was 11 years old. I went with my family and got to go on an air boat ride, which was so much fun. What I loved the most about the boat ride was the beautiful horizon view. I remember how beautiful the water was and the feeling of the air beating against my face; the racing free saltness and sweetness of the massive winds going against me. I also remember how beautifully the sun reflected on the water, like glitter had been poured on the water. The everglades provides more than a beautiful environmental scenery, it provides us with the opportunity to meet face to face with nature, and simple adore it for what it is.
The earth itself is so much older that time grows faint about it, in those hundreds of millions of years which, in its cooling and wrinkling and rising and wearing and changing, might have been but a single day. (pg. 129)
The earth is about 4.54 billion years old. It has developed from being isolated to nearly over populated. It has gone through an ice age, plague, and much more. I remember hearing about the Pangea in elementary school and thinking to myself how long ago did that occur, and I wondered if the earth new of its own change. Just like us, sometimes we don’t realize of our change until someone else points it out. Especially when it comes to age, we always want to look younger than what we are and don’t realize that we are getting older rather than younger. Coming across this quote and thinking about how old the earth actually is, is just unreal. From my life span it doesn’t even feel that old. It feels as old as I am until my parents or grandparents talk about their lives back in their lifetime. It amazes me to think about how old the earth is and that unfortunately not getting any younger.
The Big Cypress extends south from the Devils Garden, a wilderness of pine and scrubby stuff and bushes, near that done of land in angle of Caloosahatchee and the lake, south in great fingers which reach to the headwaters of the Turner River, as far down as the salt water and the mangrove. (pg. 143)
This quote was a big “WOW.” After about 9 years, I had no idea that I lived on an area a part of Big Cypress. When I was 13 years old I moved to what people called the Devils Garden. I thought it was a spooky name and made me think what had happened that it was given such name. I hated having to drive almost 20 minutes down the Devils garden to get into the nearest town. The road that lead to it was small, narrow and so bumpy. All you came across while driving down it was swamps, grass, dirt and I never missed it, a beautiful sunset. In time to time I came across gators on the side of the road that were fascinating to watch yet scary at the same time because of their size. Unfortunately, I moved from the Devils Garden about a year ago but still miss its beautiful view.