Hiking to Mack's Fish Camp in the Everglades

Mack's Fish Camp near Miami, Florida - Photo: Still Gravity.
Mack's Fish Camp in the Everglades west from the city of Miami, Florida - License our images here.

This is a small rustic place on the banks of the Miami Canal, a waterway that flows from Lake Okeechobee to the Miami River - a 77 miles journey. There is only one road to reach the camp. One way in, one way out. 

In Mack's Fish Camp survives the old culture of the Glades. The place opened in the 1930s. Trailers, cabins, a general store, and a walking bridge across the canal are still portraits of a simpler life. They also offer airboat tours of the Everglades.

We hiked from Krome Avenue to the camp through the dirt road across the canal. The one and a half-mile walk was easy, so we kept going an extra mile for a deeper look of this area of the Everglades. There were birds and there were alligators. 

Bridge to Mack's Fish Camp across the canal - Photo: Still Gravity.
Ready to cross the bridge to visit the Mack's Fish Camp. 

Two gators were roaming around a wooden platform while a man cleaned a boat with a fat pig resting nearby. Were the gators planning to get the pig? Probably. These beasts are opportunistic hunters. A thirsty pig close to the water is a dead pig - the same applies to dogs. 

Gator in the Miami Canal by Mack's Fish Camp, Florida - Photo: Still Gravity.
Gator in the Miami Canal by Mack's Fish Camp. 

Check the tale behind this place in this page.

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