A trip through Devil's Millhopper is like taking a trip out of Florida without ever leaving the state. As a Florida transplant (growing up on Pennsylvania), this was the first time in 15 years living here that I did not feel like I was in the sunshine state. The dense foliage, babbling brooks and waterfalls had the feel of a northern forest and not a Florida State Park. The trip to the bottom of the sinkhole is well work the effort, it is almost a surreal sight and sound at the bottom.
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