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PADDLING THE SALTWATER FRINGE
OF THE EVERGLADES The sun was dropping fast as we hurriedly paddled our way among the low islands of mangrove trees. We were aiming for West Pass, a half mile distant. To our right, the Ferguson River flowed into Chokoloskee Bay behind a platoon of individual mangroves. I kept glancing back and forth between the nautical chart and the compass. It was imperative that we keep track of our position on the nautical chart, as we were paddling in Florida's Ten Thousand Islands, a literal maze of mangrove trees rooted to the shallow ocean floor. They range from a single tree rising from the sea to thousands of mangroves, forming islands like jigsaw-puzzles measuring hundreds of acres in size.
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