Do you remember your first step into a national park? I was an awkward 12 year old just beginning to appreciate what the word “travel” meant. My parents didn’t like to travel much, so I frequently tagged along with my best friend, Alessandra on every opportunity I could when her parents took their Summer road trips. My first visit to a national park was Biscayne National Park in Southern Florida just outside of Miami. I  remember the aromas of the emerald river canals…

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