“I have to warn you, there is red tide,” the ranger at De Soto National Park warns us. “You can go in but it is smelly and also airborne.”
What is she talking about I wonder.
As if she can read my mind, or maybe just the clueless expression on my face “It is an algae plague that kills sea life.”
Doesn’t sound good. But we think we can handle this. Or rather we spent two hours in a car, lets get on with it and get to the beach. It is not a pretty sight. Dead sea creatures washed upon the beach everywhere. Decomposing under a scorching sun. Crabs boiling in their own shell. A smell of rot and death so pungent it takes your breath away. Maybe we should come back another time.