On my last full day in Florida my friend took me to another sort of park. Not on the ocean, no waves pounding the shore, no shells to collect.
No, Dutton Island Preserve is quieter, more reflective and sits among the salt marshes, an entirely different world.
We walked among tall pines and over boardwalks. We listened to the birds calling, and watched for fish to jump.
It was a small park compared to the vastness of the ocean, but it was beautiful. Though we only saw one woodpecker, we heard plenty of things rustling in the grass or hopping about overhead.
It was a wonderful way to wind down a lovely week spent in the warm sun with good friends and good dogs.