Bring a flashlight, two sandwiches, plenty of water, a fold-out chair and a wide-brimmed hat. Do not attempt this feat if you are elderly, can't stand for long periods of time or have a heart condition. No, you are not climbing Mount Kilimanjaro -- you are going to vote in South Florida.
Riding out the storm in a shaking house in New York, my hurricane angst returned. I worried about whether or not my roof would stay put and whether or not the huge oak tree next to my daughter's room would end up crashing and destroying my home -- and my new life.
I'm one of thousands of South Florida victims of a storm named Isaac that didn't qualify as a hurricane with a category number, but nevertheless qualified as a "5" in terms of the havoc and devastation its destructive rains left behind.
So the boyfriend and I are on our way to the Everglades to bike the Everglades' Shark Valley Loop Trail. I love the outdoors, I love exercising: this was perfect. And then I realized I was going to be biking 15.4 miles. With alligators.