Four years went by fast, which was the time span between my first and second visits to Colt Creek State Park (official website). The park was like a wetlands during that first visit in September, but it was all dried out on this December visit. In the wide open spaces and fire roads, it felt like being on a ranch, and I thought Kiki would make a good working farm dog.
I like Colt Creek State Park specifically because of its wide open spaces, a rarity in a Florida park or anywhere in Florida for that matter. It felt like being in another place, perhaps Montana or some other big sky area. We saw no people the entire time out in the park on the trails proper.
When I see a single palm tree like this growing out of the grass all by itself, I wonder if it thinks how did I come to be the only one of my kind around? Does it feel naked? Or perhaps it likes the clear solitude from which it sprang.