Somewhere in the deep green heart of central Florida, an eagle’s cry pierces the morning quiet. Soaring through the sunrise, she surveys her domain before landing in a cypress tree high above the St.
Take a trip on the St. Johns River, whether by boat or by wandering its shores on foot, and it’s possible to imagine a time when saber-toothed cats and mastodons wandered the Florida peninsula or the ...
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