Before arriving here we didn't 
know what a swamp cabbage was, but learned prettly quickly it's a pretty big deal in LaBelle. It turns out that LaBelle's annual Swamp Cabbage Festival started today, our last day at Whisper Creek RV Resort. We checked out of Whisper Creek at 9:00 and parked the coach a little closer to town so we could catch the Swamp Cabbage parade at 10:00. It's a good thing that no police emergency occurred this morning, because every police and emergency vehicle in the whole county was in the parade. And they were 
all real proud of their sirens and their horns.
We knew we couldn't leave without eating some swamp cabbage. We learned that swamp cabbage is the heart of the trunk of the cabbage palm, aka palmetto palm, sabal palm or swamp cabbage tree, the state tree of Florida. We ordered a fritter combo which included alligator fritters and swamp cabbage fritters. They were hard to tell apart just by looking,
and they both tasted like chicken.
As the parade was ending it began to rain, so we made a break for the coach and drove about 75 miles north to our next destination, Thousand Trails Peace River near Wauchula. Our only regret was that we missed the armadillo races. Dang!
know what a swamp cabbage was, but learned prettly quickly it's a pretty big deal in LaBelle. It turns out that LaBelle's annual Swamp Cabbage Festival started today, our last day at Whisper Creek RV Resort. We checked out of Whisper Creek at 9:00 and parked the coach a little closer to town so we could catch the Swamp Cabbage parade at 10:00. It's a good thing that no police emergency occurred this morning, because every police and emergency vehicle in the whole county was in the parade. And they were 
all real proud of their sirens and their horns.We knew we couldn't leave without eating some swamp cabbage. We learned that swamp cabbage is the heart of the trunk of the cabbage palm, aka palmetto palm, sabal palm or swamp cabbage tree, the state tree of Florida. We ordered a fritter combo which included alligator fritters and swamp cabbage fritters. They were hard to tell apart just by looking,
and they both tasted like chicken.As the parade was ending it began to rain, so we made a break for the coach and drove about 75 miles north to our next destination, Thousand Trails Peace River near Wauchula. Our only regret was that we missed the armadillo races. Dang!
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