Back in June I flew down to Fort Myers to check out my sisters grand palace and see generally see how people keep busy down south. Since I now consider myself to a be a fairly dyed-in-the-wool mountain man, I had my reservations about visiting one of the flattest states in The Union. Fortunately, I was pleasantly surprised. While I was down there, we worked in some sea kayaking, paddle boarding, beaching, eating, drinking, and saw more wildlife in two days than I’ve seen in just about every New England hike I’ve ever been on put together. The photos below hardly do justice. But they’re still pretty good… If in doubt, find someone who knows what they’re doing, and visit Florida with them.