Saturday, July 9, 2011

On the way to the swamp

The river that we had to go up to reach the Dismal swamp slowly became narrower and narrower until it was hardly 100 feet wide in places and the surface became covered with small plants that made the surface totally green. It was as if we were motoring over a golf course of fine cut grass instead of a river. It was an eerie feeling not knowing what might be just below the green surface. What was even stranger is that the path we took through this green waterway simply closed back together again as if we were never there in the first place. The view ahead.
The view just after we had passed.
The view 10 minutes after we had gone by.

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