Plop! The iguana dropped from the tree into the water and nonchalantly swam away. ‘Yeah, we’re meant to be good at climbing, but it’s no biggie…’ he seemed to say.
This was Whiskey Creek Hideout at Dania Beach, where the vibe is so laid back that iguanas don’t sweat making a fool of themselves slipping from branches and we humans can get so lost in the bayou that our problems can’t find us.
We were kayaking through the Dr Von D Mizell-Eula Johnson State Park, mere yards from the bustle of downtown Fort Lauderdale and the ocean-going cruise liners of Port Everglades.