This day always reminds me of my mom. She was into conservation before it was cool. It started with birds and escalated somehow.
I remember being dragged (sometimes kicking and screaming) on these bird watching trips. Getting there wasn’t bad but once we had gotten to the bird place the world slowed down. I had to sit quietly and not jump about. The car trips were so long and slow, not always fun for a kid. I was always in the back seat someone would be driving and my mom would quietly say stop. Brakes slammed, everyone out the car doors with binoculars searching for the bird. Oh and if you are ever birding here is a tip: don’t slam the car door. If you are with serious birders you will get a “look”.
My memory isn’t the best but the trip that stands out most in my mind was to the Everglades. Back when alligators were afraid of people we walked through Everglades National Park and heard the roar of the bulls (male alligator) and could see them slithering off into the water. On one path we ended up having to run for our lives because the mosquitoes were going to carry us off!