Florida Time Forgot
I could die on the Caloosahatchee River and never know I had passed. It's such a dreamy place, if you get there in the early morning and search out the ancient oxbows where the native river once meandered from Lake Okeechobee to the open Gulf of Mexico. Adventurists Jeanne Anderson and her son Owen joined me one morning in June. The river knew they were appreciative and didn't let them down.