Picnic Island Park, Tampa, FL (#108)
Poking south from downtown Tampa is the Interbay Peninsula – a 3x7-mile spit of land. It’s kinda the uvula of Tampa Bay – that hangy ball at the back of mouths.
Toward the tip, the
peninsula becomes quite industrial. On
one side is a port where all the fuel for Tampa International Airport
arrives. On the other is MacDill Air
Force base. Between ‘em is a little
haven of a municipal park idyllically named Picnic Island - a rose between
thorns. Marketed as a hidden gem in
South Tampa, this spacious park is the perfect place to bring the family to
relax or have a picnic.
But parks at the end
of peninsulas in hurricane prone areas have a short shelf life unless
fortified. And fortification can be
done in a variety of ways. The Nature
Conservancy, working with the City of Tampa, and the University of Miami
partnered on a demonstration project at Picnic Island to showcase nature-based
solutions to minimize erosion and flood risk.
Installing red mangroves has been shown to reduce wave height by up to
66%, slowing storm surge. And in calmer
times, mangroves provide habitat for a variety of species.
As the planet warms,
mangroves become even more pervasive and effective requiring no
maintenance. They’re a no brainer
mitigation strategy.
Another great thing
mangroves offer is trail cover. If you ever get the chance to wander on a trail
through a mangrove, take it. The shade
they proved, and biodiversity they attract, makes for a lovely stroll. Picnic Island is indeed one of Tampa’s hidden
gems.
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While wandering under
mangroves, with crabs and lizards, it hits me: traveling is my religion. It’s where I find spiritual renewal.
And traveling means
connecting with special places.
And special means
anywhere, new or returned to, where a holistic understanding of ecological
history and value are developed.
My travels have led
to hundreds of spiritual renewals, beginning with walks led by my father
through the wooded mountains of Pennsylvania, to my month-long sabbatical in
2016, and here most recently to a tiny park at the end of a peninsula protected
by red mangroves in Tampa’s urban uvula.
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