Last night after dinner we built a fire and sat around relaxing. This was after dark of course. Jimmy was sitting next to me and shouted “What the hell is that?” He saw movement about 10 feet from us and just outside the illumination of the fire. Then he yelled “Rat!”. It was a wharf rat. The rodent jumped up on a tree stump looked at us then scurried off. Before long we spotted a dozen more. Night time is rat time.
These rats were large. So large, in fact, if we had a saddle we could have ridden them around the island bucking bronco style. Obviously there is no snake population here and we aren’t traveling with a cat.
Our concern was the rats would chew through our tents in search of food. There was no food in our tents but they did their best in “reconning” the area. We could see their shadows lurking through the thin nylon walls of our tents all night long. Backlit by the Miami skyline.
We survived the night. No rat bites or damaged tents.
We awoke to bands of rain drifting through. During a lull we launched and headed North to Oleta River State Park where we rented a small cabin. Very rustic.
The urban environment in this section of the trail gives us mixed thoughts. We rarely see aquatic life even though we paddled over a pod of manatees in the channel. The one thing we do see is the fantastic architecture of all the mansions that line the Intercostal Waterway here. Different than we’re use to.
Marc and Jim