We took Wendy south to the Everglades in hopes to find an Orchid in its natural environment.
This was our campground for our second night in the glades, the end of a beat-up dirt road that lead to a marshy area, marked with tracks from swamp buggies and other ATVs. A large bird roosted on Wendy's roof and woke us, shaking the van as it flapped its wings to take flight. The morning was spent sipping coffee and watching the gator in the waterway, studying the map, pondering where (and if we had the nerve) to hike to find these lustful flowers that have turned the outskirts of Homestead into football fields of nurseries.
No início a floresta nos parece ameaçadora, mas depois dos primeiros contatos, homem e mata se reconciliam e daí pra frente a relação é muito amigável. Dá até pra lembrar que somos bichos orgânicos, pertencentes a essa natureza mesmo que hoje em dia esse não seja mais o nosso habitat. 🍃🌿