Lost in the Everglades.

For half an hour we had been fighting to impel our canoe through twelve-foot-tall, razor-sharp saw grass. Clearly, we were no longer upon the canoe trail. We rinsed our bleeding hands in the tea-colored water, then faced facts. With night sole a few hours away and no dried land for miles, we were not to be found

My friend and I had wearied the day paddling along a canoe trail in the Loxahatchee National Wildlife protection We had wanted to experience the Florida Everglades firsthand, hoping to diocese egrets and ospreys.

The Everglades are not the dismal swamp I had imagined. They are more