Make sure you get every morsel, let the sun bleach the bones. Ever been to the country, you love animals, but the roads don't love them. The worst thing I ever saw was a dead and bloated cow on the side of the road, a skeleton of an old rusted farm truck nearby, the vultures were tearing the cow apart, some were under a huge torn flap of its skin, almost swimming in it. You could see lumps under it that were moving like strange tumors. When they'd emerge their feathers were matted with blood and gore, but this is what they were designed to do. The saw-grass devoured the old truck and the vultures; the cow. This place is beautiful but it can make you have old eyes if you really look at it.