Cracklin' Jacks and All That

Well, we've passed nearly 24 hours in our campground in Naples, Florida, and we've packed a lot into this short stay so far.

We decided on Thursday after arriving to bicycle 3 miles to Cracklin' Jacks, a little shack of a restaurant up the road that advertises Bayou food. 

Well, the food is genuine bayou, but it wasn't cheap and it's VERY popular.  David had the Bayou platter:  alligator tails, frog's legs and catfish - all fried with a Kentucky batter.  Kathy had broiled grouper.  We both shared a pitcher of really good sangria, and shared numerous veggie sides ("vittles") that were very tasty though salty.  Here's Kathy surveying the table:

This morning we took our usual campground walk.  The campground is small, but very lush with trees and foliage.  The squirrels are little pirates and they love to tease the cats through the windows.  Take a look at the prior post of Eddie & George and you'll get an idea how the campground is landscaped.

We extended our walk south along a bicycle path and ran across the following sign:

I think we'll heed its warning.  This place is perched on the western edge of the Everglades.  Chuck, our neighbor, who has the same brand/model fifth wheel as we have, told us that campers have encountered panthers around the edge of the campground - and one camper even opened a dumpster to throw out trash and encountered a young black bear inside!

We walked out back of the campground, along a dirt road, keeping these wildlife stories in mind.  Didn't encounter anything except our shadows: