
I almost ran over a six-foot alligator on my bike one time, on one of my family’s many biking jaunts to Texas’s Brazos Bend State Park. I’d followed my mom (“your dad?” No, no—this time, it was my fearless mom leading the charge toward the unknown) down an embankment because a bunch of people were blocking the bridge. Turns out they were blocking the bridge because they were staring at the six-foot alligator. And no one shouted down any apropos advice like, “Watch out, ladies; you are riding rather close to that six-foot, hungry-looking alligator, and he looks less like he’s about to see you later and more like he’s about to chomp you.” So my mom stopped suddenly, warned me as I cruised by, and we made hast in the general direction from which we’d come. Then we crossed the bridge, and still no one said anything. Rude. Stay tuned for more Florida alligator hunting!
What fun! If you want to guarantee that you'll see alligators and feed them, go to Alligator Alley near Foley, and then you'll have time to do some shopping and eat at Lambert's or Lulu's too!