There are no rushing rivers and mountain peaks here. This place is still, stagnant, and unforgivable in the summer with the lack of shade and horseflies. At first glance it seems like a worthless pile of sand, palmetto and charred pine.
I try and fail each time to describe why I love this place so much -- I am a shit writer and even shittier scientist -- but it's for the very same reason why you would think this place was so boring to begin with. It's the stillness, and the way you have to quiet yourself and your mind to 'see' it. It's the fact that this pile of sand was a dune millions of years ago, one of the few places in Florida that existed above the water. How because of this, there are species that exist here that don't exist anywhere else in the world. And it's how this place has managed to adapt to the chaos, depending on lightning for fire to burn it to the ground, to create new life and support the life that already exists.