We made it to the Everglades, and apparently crocodile alley. There were gigantic crocodiles sunning themselves on every yard we drove by. Brian, being the little kid that he is, was so excited to finally see a croc that he made us pull over in the middle of no where and walk up to a shanty that said "Buffalo Tiger's Florida Everglades Airboat Tours." We were in for a treat.
Smiling through my fear...
The brave ladies we forced to sit up front
After six of us boarded a tin deathtrap, our guide, a crazy young guy took off at full speed and saddled right up to a croc. He proceeded to taunt it until it the thing was practically in our laps. I of course was having a heart attack and planning my escape route if the boat happened to flip (basically there was none). It was intriguing to be so close to things that could rip your arm off in one bite, and I vowed never to find myself near any body of water in Florida again.
Our crazy guide