The Flamingo Campground lies at the southern tip of mainland Florida. It's a fairly remote place at the end of a lonely, 38-mile road through the Everglades. It's one of those locations where electronic communications cease. No cell phone calls, no internet, no TV. It's a place of peaceful serenity.
This serenity theme seems to be following us around - or we're following it. On earlier visits to the Everglades we zipped through swamps in air boats and watched people wrestle alligators. That's not on the agenda these days. Maybe it's our "demographic" (um, age) that has put us on a quest for quiet places where not a lot is going on. That's certainly the case out here at Flamingo where you wake up in the mornings to an utter stillness that can be disarming.
The campground is flat and grassy with lots of mature trees. Lying on the Bay of Florida (between the Atlantic Ocean and Gulf of Mexico), it's the southernmost campground on the US mainland. We had been warned that there might be lots of bugs here, but that wasn't the case. The weather was excellent except for a brief afternoon storm. We rode the bike trails and looked at the sky full of stars at night.
Daybreak Wednesday ...
Sunset Wednesday ...
The tent area near the water ...
We were parked next to a sculptor from Washington state. He's on a tour of the US exhibiting his artwork. The sculptures are bolted to the trailer lest they dance off on the highway.
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Glad you aren't having a bug problem there. We tried to camp at Flamingo on a trip to Florida from PA as kids in July.(My parents obviously didn't do their homework!) We were the only ones there. My dad got out of the car to set up the pop-up and was immediately swarmed by mosquitoes so we got a room at a motel-our first time. My brother and I thought it was great!
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