A is for Alligator

Ever since I moved here, I’ve wanted to check out Avery Island. It’s a State Park along the Gulf Coast. It’s also home of the Tabasco factory. We finally made it last week. The park featured a three mile driving path and you could pull over anywhere to get out and explore. There were alligators everywhere- and nothing to┬áseparate┬áthem from us. It was kind of insane. There were times when we’d walk, with four children in tow, across a narrow patch of land, water on each side of us. Suddenly one of the girls would spot a pair of frozen eyes staring out of the water… just a few feet from us. Like I said… Insane.

The girls really enjoyed looking for alligators. Kennedy loves animals, and despite the fact that we never spotted a gator in motion, she was fascinated. On more then one occasion I had to restrain her from going over to pet one.

Perhaps more fun than alligator spotting were the wide open fields. (Just make sure you bring bug spray.)

Babies and sunshine…. I don’t think there is a better combination.

There’s also a nine-hundred-year-old Buddha on the Island. His shrine is guarded by a pair of elephants.

And an Aviary Nest. (Sadly, the girls weren’t impressed after being so close to the gators.)

It was around this time that Kennedy lost her boot to the alligators. She dropped it in the water from aviary lookout post platform, which was about 30 feet in the air. So, no worries, she was in no danger, other than from the wrath of her mother. I was emotionally attached to those boots. Who wouldn’t be? Little green boots in size 6… worn for a just moment in time.

And then gone forever…

We didn’t make it to the Tabasco factory. A lack of shoes wouldn’t have stopped me, but tired babies are a different story. As the shoe dropped… so did the little one’s moods. It was time to head home. I’ll admit that I was a little disappointed I didn’t get to sample the Tabasco ice cream included on the tour, but, oh well, an excuse to go back, right?

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