We bid farewell to Key West excited to once again hit the Tamiami Trail where we waved hello to the Skunk Ape on our way to Everglades City. There is a lot of history in this very small town just south of Marco Island, which served as a staging area for the construction of the Tamiami Trail around 1915. They have a fantastic museum where we purchased the memoire “Crackers In The Glade” by Rob Storter, a fisherman, guide and boatswain who lived in Everglades City the majority of his 93 years until his death in 1987. At the turn of the 19th century, folks referred to cattle herders as “crackers” due to the sound their whips made controlling their herd. We stayed at another first-rate RV resort right along the river which looked like this:
Serene, beautiful, gorgeous. But oh, how after-hours pictures can deceive you! What this picture doesn’t reveal is that Everglades City truly must be the air boat capital of the world – at least from 8:00am to 5:00pm Monday through Saturday. Imagine living in the maintenance shed at an extremely busy municipal airport. Two nights were more than we could handle. We walked into town and found the startling evidence:
I could tell you about the shrimp boat that would fire up thier diesel at 4:00am but I don’t want to pile on. Our best moments were after 5:00pm when we went here:
And if you ever visit Everglades for an air boat ride you must stop at the Camellia Street Grill – we went twice – and you can find it right behind here:
239 Beans 
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