As I hiked back along the loop trail at Shark Valley, I put my hat low to keep the sun out of my eyes. Here the land is as it would have looked a century ago. But I began to think about how it might have been different. I think about the small changes in the stream that ebbs–moving slower than a quarter of a mile per hour south–through and under the tall grass and sapling cypress and the rocky soil.
It felt good to be back on the Tupelo Trail at Savannah National Wildlife Refuge. We got a bit of a late start in the morning, and with each step we took along the dirt two-rutted trail, the sun burned more intense. But there was a good breeze coming across the lowcountry that mixed with the sunlight.