

Estero Bay
Visiting Estero Bay was a memorable experience, as a class we were able to listen to stories of what the, “Real South West Florida” was like. Our guide provided first hand accounts about what it was like to live in such an inhabited area at the time.
She discussed life as simple but enjoyable, she attended a single room school house with less than twenty students and only one teacher to lead three separate grade levels. She passed around a picture of the students in front of a bus, which the teacher also drove. She recalled growing up in the small town of Ft. Myers on the beach and without electricity.
Her recollections included stories about mosquito filled nights and devastating hurricanes, her photos and newspaper clips only added to the historical experience and the cottage in which we set had been restored to its original state. Her stories about childhood and life on the island seemed almost surreal, she described a life that was based on simplicity and “living” more than status and convenience, two themes that hold constant in today’s society.
Her comments on the environmental changes that have taken place in the area were the most surprising, she discussed the importance of net fishing at the time and the economic and local ramifications of the bands imposed on the practice decades ago. She explained the significance of mullet fishing in the area and the devastating changes in the water clarity she has observed over the years. She recalled how as a child she could easily see 20 feet down to the bottom and how today we are lucky to see 5-10 feet down into the ocean. The increase in pollution and erosion only add to the deterioration of our shorelines and local ecosystems. She also described how the amount of canals on the island have dramatically increased, simply stated, more water means less land, with rising water levels and escalating amounts of erosion, islands world wide are in danger of completely disappearing.
Walking through the grounds was serene, the mangroves have collected into a jungle of roots and branches that reach deep into the moist ground that border the ocean backwaters. Banana spiders weave webs throughout the area and mosquitoes own the land! As we walked along the shore we could hear the sound of mullet jumping in and out of the water, splashing loudly with every leap. We observed the environment and sadly noticed that the water was indeed cloudy and remembered the almost unbelievable descriptions of crystal clear water we had heard only minutes before.
It saddened me to imagine the ecological devastation these women had observed throughout the many decades they have resided in the area. The only positive message I could take form the thought was an inspiration to stop any further damage, to begin restoring this beautiful land and hold their amazing descriptions of an “untouched Florida,” as a goal and hope for the future.
Visiting Estero Bay was a memorable experience, as a class we were able to listen to stories of what the, “Real South West Florida” was like. Our guide provided first hand accounts about what it was like to live in such an inhabited area at the time.
She discussed life as simple but enjoyable, she attended a single room school house with less than twenty students and only one teacher to lead three separate grade levels. She passed around a picture of the students in front of a bus, which the teacher also drove. She recalled growing up in the small town of Ft. Myers on the beach and without electricity.
Her recollections included stories about mosquito filled nights and devastating hurricanes, her photos and newspaper clips only added to the historical experience and the cottage in which we set had been restored to its original state. Her stories about childhood and life on the island seemed almost surreal, she described a life that was based on simplicity and “living” more than status and convenience, two themes that hold constant in today’s society.
Her comments on the environmental changes that have taken place in the area were the most surprising, she discussed the importance of net fishing at the time and the economic and local ramifications of the bands imposed on the practice decades ago. She explained the significance of mullet fishing in the area and the devastating changes in the water clarity she has observed over the years. She recalled how as a child she could easily see 20 feet down to the bottom and how today we are lucky to see 5-10 feet down into the ocean. The increase in pollution and erosion only add to the deterioration of our shorelines and local ecosystems. She also described how the amount of canals on the island have dramatically increased, simply stated, more water means less land, with rising water levels and escalating amounts of erosion, islands world wide are in danger of completely disappearing.
Walking through the grounds was serene, the mangroves have collected into a jungle of roots and branches that reach deep into the moist ground that border the ocean backwaters. Banana spiders weave webs throughout the area and mosquitoes own the land! As we walked along the shore we could hear the sound of mullet jumping in and out of the water, splashing loudly with every leap. We observed the environment and sadly noticed that the water was indeed cloudy and remembered the almost unbelievable descriptions of crystal clear water we had heard only minutes before.
It saddened me to imagine the ecological devastation these women had observed throughout the many decades they have resided in the area. The only positive message I could take form the thought was an inspiration to stop any further damage, to begin restoring this beautiful land and hold their amazing descriptions of an “untouched Florida,” as a goal and hope for the future.