![]() | |||||
Photo provided by The U.S. National Archives on Flickr circa 1975 |
My spirits were lifted after reading about the Caloosahatchee river. I must see this river daily and have always felt as if this river is just as much apart of Lee County as any courthouse, strip mall, sports team, or summer home. I have known the Caloosahatchee for over 30 years and cannot count on my hands and feet the number of times I have swam in its warm water, created life long memories with my friends driving a small boat through the waves or jumping from boat docks into the brackish water.
![]() | ||
Photo provided by Florida Memory on Flickr circa 1955 |
I was then brought to a place of hopelessness and insecurity when hurricanes were mentioned. Not much on Earth can bring man to feel small and inconsequential other than natural disasters. Man can conquer and destroy more than fire, but nothing can bring solitary man to his knees faster than the violent forces of nature. Hurricanes were once a way of life for people who lived in Florida during the summer months. Weeks could not go by without at least one hurricane watch in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes would either dissipate and never make land, downgrade to a smaller storm, or hit Florida with heavy wind, rain, and lightning often cutting power, flooding the streets, and cause massive structural damage. Regardless of the outcome each summer there would be the same feeling of hopelessness and insecurity from when the next hurricane may hit.
![]() | |||
Photo provided by Kakela on Flickr April 17th, 2005 |
Douglas, M. S. (1988). The Everglades: River of grass. Sarasota, FL: Pineapple Press.