Deeper into the interior of Myakka State Park, I soon came up on an animal trotting ahead, about a hundred yards off. I didn’t know it was a bobcat until she sprung into a sprint. And for five seconds, maybe less, she dashed ahead. I followed. I knew she’d smoke me. Finally she kicked up sand, just as I slowed. And she turned off the trail into the prairie palmettos and brush.
When I met back up with Rach, I told her I’d seen “the most beautiful thing ever.” She asked what it was, but words, once again couldn’t capture this encounter. I tried though to explain how I raced the bobcat.