Cleo begins her journey.

Cleo the Turtle Mound Clam was bored with life in the Indian River at JB's Fish Camp. Yes, the sun was warm and occassionally the tide was strong enough to surf downriver. Of course the huge Manatees were entertaining lumbering along. Her Clam Clan helped her gain the attention of some tourist children. They placed her in a bucket of water and with a goodbye wink to the clan she was whisked away in a silver SUV.



After awhile, Cleo settled in for the long car ride ahead. She watched the scenery flow by reflected in the passenger window.  Before long she felt the car slow going up a steep incline. She could see that they were on a bridge high above the Indian River, she admired the sparkling blue-green water that had been her home. She lost sight of the water as the car bumped over the end of the bridge and she realized she had reached the mainland.

Many hours passed and the sun changed from one side of the car to the other. The temperature cooled and it grew dark.  She had seen many sights and watched the landscape grow from flat land to rolling hills and finally...mountains!