ah. texas. there is so much to see.
even if you’ve lived here all your life, you still manage to discover something new every day.
to hang out with one of your favorites, you drag her to the nearest state park since the city itself of houston doesn’t really interest you anymore.
“maybe we can go swimming? pack your swimsuit just in case,” you tell her since the weather is nothing but nice.
you arrive at brazos bend state park.
then you both see the alligator warnings. “uhhh, i think not, cathy, i am not swimming in those waters,” she says.
you agree that its a good decision.
as you enjoy the views, a stranger walks by and asks, “hey, do you want to see an alligator?”
you turn around.
and there he (or she) is. you both decide to take the left fork in the path to avoid any potential meeting with sharp teeth.
then a game of where’s waldo begins. are there alligators here?
take a closer look.
still can’t see it?
if you miss it now, perhaps you deserve to get eaten.
happily instead of being alligator lunch, you and your friend decide to eat lunch. picnic table + picnic = perfect.
after a day of close alligator encounters, you both head back and take a dip in a much safer place – the apartment pool. the next time you come back, the swimsuits will be left at home for sure.