Herself took a three-hour cruise last Sunday. They ran up the Guadalupe for a few miles, up into that place where it looks like something from a '50s flick about the African upcountry. She caught a pic of this big lizard, lying by the bank, just like in the movie, maybe waiting for a careless gazelle. Walking the dog day before yesterday, I saw a gator's head, perhaps 14 or 15 inches long, floating by the seawall by the public boat launch.
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