
One of my favorite places to hike was always at the Orlando Wetlands
in Christmas, Florida. I loved this trail through a palm tree forest. There is
a real old Florida feeling on this trail.
I have never seen any animals or snakes.
I have seen many birds and alligators!

Ten years ago when I lived in Oviedo, Florida nearby, I decided on a
very hot August day, to paint here. I dragged all my studio painting
equipment out to this location. I didn't own plein air easels then. I arrived
huffing and puffing carrying a giant wood easel, 24x36 thick gessoed
birchwood panel, painting stuff jammed into a large red wagon. As soon
as I stopped, a thousand mosquitoes landed on me, and bit me like crazy.
I took off running with the red wagon in tow! I was out of there!

Another day when I lived in Oviedo, Florida, after drinking many coffees, I grabbed my
giant fancy gold mirror, loaded up my red wagon, wood easel, and dragged it out here
again to paint. This time it was cooler in October. I wore a lot of bug repellent. I was
going to paint a self portrait out in the palm tree forest!
I was almost finished painting the self portrait when a elderly couple hiking came upon me.
They laughed like crazy.
I was laughing too!
I said to them, "You never know what you will encounter here."
They liked the painting. I thought it came out surreal. I was afraid of alligators
or giant hogs biting me while I painted. I couldn't relax while I painted. It just came
out kind of bizarre. I think I still have this painting.

Another time my friend Kathleen and I were going to hike a long day here. She was
pouring bug spray into my hands when the entire bottle blew up. All the bug spray hit
me in the face. We both laughed so hard. Good memories. I didn't get bitten by a bug
for a long time.

Once I brought a painter friend Sandy here to paint. She was not thrilled I drove a van
but still trusted me to drive. I showed her where baby alligators were. We were both admiring
alligator babies when we heard a hiss behind us. The mother alligator was on the path.
She was not happy. We ran. We sat in my van. Finally a park ranger passed by. We had
him help us gather our painting equipment. Sandy said she was never painting with me
again. Oh well.

Once I sold a plein air painting here in the boonies. You never know!
A tourist from up north loved this tiny oil on tile I was painting. I gave her
the painting in a cardboard box to keep safe hiking back.

I saw so many painting locations!
Robert and I hiked here a lot. I think we even rode our bikes around here a few
times.
Have a good night.