I-75 became Alligator Alley. All marshland, everywhere. In the span of one mile, I had entered another world. Sawgrass stretched all the way to the northern and southern horizons. Gators lounged on the roadside, indifferent to cars and the humans they carried. This wet chunk of Florida hummed with life. Beneath every still marsh, at the base of every tuft of sawgrass, there was a world of cranes and egrets, gators and turtles.
