During our last visit to Chekika ( map ), we found closed roads and dilapidated buildings. This was our fourth time here. Little by little, nature is coming back. Wilderness taking over what was always its property. The closed entrance to the Grossman Hammock - License our images here . Everglades National Park closed indefinitely the Chekika Day Use Area in 2013. They claimed budget constraints. One year later, Chekika was on the news when a juvenile Nile crocodile was removed from the area - the animal was captured in a canal north from the Grossman Hammock. Two others were caught in 2009 and 2012 further to the east. You know the script with invasive species: they escaped or someone released them. The Everglades already have the mighty Pythons running wild. I don’t want to imagine the River of Grass ruled by “man-eaters” crocodiles that can reach up to 17 feet. That would be madness.
Many small websites are going dark like the sands of the desert at nightfall - License our images here . Little blogs are dying. They are jailed in a dark and remote dungeon of Google organic search, the non-index dungeon. The mighty gatekeeper, like Saturn , is devouring its children. Betrayed for money, the good old-fashioned blogs are the collateral damage of their "helpful" content update. Long gone is that 2004 when Loren Baker wrote: Google likes Blogs. Blogs do well in Search Results Listings on Google. This is because Blogs contain fresh content and are richly interlinked, despite their relatively small audiences. Some would go so far as to say that Google over-represents Blogs. (Source: What if Google didn't like blogs? ") That's ancient history. A jump to 2022 shows a different picture. According to Sandy Maguire: The Internet is dominated by a few big websites. Out of social, the amateur opinion is vanished. (Source: " Why Is the Web So Monoton
Hiking the Military Trail in the Kissimmee Prairie Preserve, we crossed path with a wild boar. Our wild boar crossing the Military Trail - License our images here . This happened a couple of hours before sunset. Previously, we had reached the Kissimmee River and went on our way back to the campground. With seven more miles to go, we sat for a break and a snack under the trees by the McGuire Hammock ( right at this location ). The uninvited pig emerged from the forest thirty feet away from us. It was mid-November, the first month of the rut season in Florida and a time when males may behave aggressively. We stood up slowly. I had the bear spray in one hand and the .357 in the other, undecided on what to use if the boar charged. Could bear spray stop a charging boar? I didn’t know, so was time to learn about wild boars. Wil
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