When Marin and I stumbled across one rather large gator... sun bathing next to the path. We had to patiently wait for him to decide it was time to move along.
Marching through the Marsh
Freedom Park Frolic
Marin just wanted to smell all the smells and walk, walk, walk. My nose wasn't powerful enough to pick up on any odors of note. But she seemed to find enjoyable scents all over.
Borrowed Breaths 