On June 2, 2024, I found myself in waist-deep swamp water traversing a flooded dike. As I trudged through the muck, I entertained the possibility of snakes slipping through this water, of leeches latching onto... Read more
The highest point of elevation in Port St. John, Fla.—my hometown—is 84 feet above sea level. There, we’re not taught how to park on a hill. We don’t acclimate to walking on ice. And… Read More