I was on my way out to one of Gatorman's caches, only 1 mile as
the crow flies over the water, but I wanted to hunt down a dry
path. Almost halfway there, I dropped this cache to lighten my
load. Then, I zigged, when I should've zagged, and quickly ran out
of dry land.
I did however encounter this cache's namesake, when it tried to
lead me away from its family a few trees away. While trying to get
a good photo, it seemed content to pose for now, I managed to
finally sink both feet deep into the water and mud.
So close, I pushed on despite wet feet. The water was clear and
cool until something stirred the silty bottom. My polarized lens
helped little with the rippling glare across the water's surface.
Eventually I turned back noting that the gators now had the
advantage in this suddenly deeper water. Also, my gps was beginning
to squeal about its LOW BATTERY. I'll be happy come back another
day and continue hunting for that dry trail. When I do, I may stop
by and rest a bit at Hooter's Hog Hollow in the shade.