Cattle country

Along a fifty-mile stretch between Sebring and Okeechobee, Highway 98 passes through an idyllic region of old Florida cattle-country. It winds past the tiny almost-ghost-town communities of Lorida, Cornwell, and Basinger; and crosses the Kissimmee River on one of its wilder sections. Eventually it straightens out for about a dozen miles where it bisects what I can only describe as a vast Serengeti-like plain that stretches to the horizon on either side. But instead of galloping giraffes I find grazing cows and sand hill cranes.

Bruce Hunt

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