Sunday, October 17, 2010

Card Sound

This post first appeared in February of 2008 and I wanted to rerun it today, while I am away on my latest Iron Butt ride, because the fishing village of Card Sound Road has finally been swept away by Dade County. This is one stark example of how an essay of mine has recorded a lot of stuff that is there no more. Alabama Jack's is still there of course and reportedly still serving the best conch fritters in the Keys, even though as you can see here, it's barely across the Monroe County line...I put this picture on the ADVRider forum thread titled "Old Structures" and somehow it generated an enthusiastic response from some dude who had actually stayed at this place in his youth during a crazy mid winter trip from Up North on a farting Bonneville that dragged him, somehow, to Key West and back in 1984. Quite delightful to hear from another geezer gumming his grits under a snowdrift somewhere, recalling his impetuous youth. I quite recommend ADVRider if you like pictures of faraway places (the occasional burst of juvenile "humor" can be an added "bonus") especially if you spend hours sitting in a room waiting for disaster to strike, as I do.Anyway this entry is obviously a product of last week's rip snorting ride through south Florida and I was moved to stop on my way home because Dade County has been making noises about abolishing the community at Card Sound and I wanted to take a few pictures before change catches me by surprise. Most people who climb in their cages and decide to drive to Key West arrive in Homestead from the mad rush that is Florida's Turnpike and find themselves funnelled onto Highway One and just keep going, which works fine, but there is a Better Way. Card Sound road starts just past the Last Chance Saloon, a dubious establishment offering the last chance for a drink in 20 miles, and aside from that attempt at humor the place looks like a pit without the allure of actually being in the Keys.Card Sound road is 25 miles long and is thus a few miles further than the direct 18 Mile Stretch, as Highway One is known between Homestead and Key Largo, a place where impatient drivers are constantly hitting each other head on. Granted this is the bucolic route, but thats not to say you can't get up a nice head of steam on the long straightaways of Card Sound Road but the speed limit as you approach the fishing shacks drops to 40 miles per, which you would do well to observe as life is lived rather literally close to the edge on this road.As the Internet, Satellites and Nextflix penetrate every corner of our modern world people keep nattering on about the good old days, and to hear them you'd think it really was Paradise Lost. If you want a taste of life lived close to the edge stop in Card Sound and take a careful walk along the roadway.

Now I grant you a liveaboard slip in the Keys might cost between $12 and $25 dollars per foot per month but a lot of people I know would have difficulty coping with this level of amenity, picturesque though it may be. Of course toss a stereotypical palm tree into the picture and everything gets a brighter facade:

Or not, as the case may be:

What's important to note though is that people do choose to treat this place as their refuge from the rest of the world and they cherish it. Most of these spots are just fish camps on a mangrove channel alongside the main road. I'd bet some few of the boats and structures could be permanent homes and in an attempt to legitimize their claims on the waterfront owners give themselves addresses:

While their neighbors tout for business:If you speak Spanish around here you will do better. Card Sound might once have been a place where English was the premdominant language but not anymore, except perhaps across the county line which marks the end of Dade County and the beginning of Monroe County. Alabama Jack's touts in English and offers what it hopes is your first al fresco Keys dining experience. Its not real waterfront dining, because the eating area is on the roadside and the waterfront is a bit...derelict? which you'd think would qualify it as being Keys-funky. Some people claim the food's okay and it offers people a place to stop so I guess they do pretty well by calling their decrepitude "funk."

Across the road lies the toll booth which welcomes you to the fabulous Florida Keys, charging you a dollar per car or motorcycle, (plus 50cents per axle on your boat trailer); its a way of training you to get fleeced in the islands Down South!

Dade County (known to newcomers as Miami-Dade because county officials were afraid people wouldn't know it was the seat of the mighty metropolitan city) has made noises about seeking out abusive structures and tearing them down. I'm not sure why this needs to be a priority and perhaps the noises will go no further now that the land grab bubble has burst. Card Sound is no museum, locked into a sterile tableau of the past, it just is, and it provides a place for modest people to hang out, chill, fish and cast off the cloak of urban struggle that fills most of their lives. It can also be a place of beauty, outside of the grubby cast-offs of human lives:

I hope Card Sound survives a bit longer. It may not be to my taste, being as how I don't care to fish, or to sit in a boat and drink, but it isn't to my taste either for people to get steamrollered out of their lives just because they are too funky, or too poor or simply too bloody minded. I like to take Card Sound Road to avoid the maniacs on the Stretch but also to give a tip of the hat to a bunch of survivors who happened to erect their fish camp on the wrong side of the County line of toleration.Had they built decades ago just 200 yards to the south they would have been in the Keys, where anything still goes, if you have the fortitude to resist the blandishments of the Almighty Dollar. These guys seem to have what it takes to resist anything, for now.

5 comments:

KeyWestNewbie said...

Great post! Great pictures.

The Friz said...

We used to go to Card Sound when I was in the Air Force back in the late 50's. There were 2 bars near the end of the road (there was no bridge then) that we could sit and drink.
BUT the most important thing: There was no electricity or PHONE lines! When we were on call, we only had to tell where we were, so it had to be pretty important before someone was sent to summon us to work. No one ever did. The "bathrooms" would have been outlawed now, since you could see the bay water underneath the toilet seat. No one swam anyway.

Anonymous said...

It will soon be over in Dade County due to one socialist bureaucrat who is willing to lie, cheat, and even break the law to boost his own ego!
His name is John Ricisak and he works for DERM.

captkeywest said...

In my view Card Sound suffered much the same ills as the anchorage at Boot Key Harbor, those ills being "self proclaimed regulation" which equated to NO REGULATION AT ALL.

The liveaboards who trashed Boot Key Harbor for decades fought tooth and nail against the managed mooring field but today they have moved on, the harbor is no longer a vessel dump and the mooring field is thriving:


http://keywestharbormooringsatwisteriaisland.com/video-boot-key-harbor.html

The Card Sound cleanup resulted about 100 derelict and abandon vessels being removed, the only legal toilets in the whole community are at Alabama Jacks. Face the facts: the community abused the environment, there was no trash pickup there other than Alabama Jacks so the residents just used the mangroves as a trash dump for decades; IF the residents had been responsible and cared for the environment, built permmitted structures just maybe they could have survived but the culture of environmetal abuse they sustained for decades was a culture of cummunity suicide-- to put it simply it was the residents of the Card Sound community that pulled the trigger that killed the Card Sound Community NOT an outside influence!

http://keysnews.com/node/22231

I attended todays Sanctuary Advisory Council meeting and John is to be commended ! Good Job John! your work is appreciated!!!

brenda said...

My dad retired from the Army in 1968 and we moved to Florida city . I met and married my first husband there.Before we were married he taught me how to go "trolling" for Baracuda.He introduced me to Alice and Jack.Some of my happiest moments of my life were at Card Sound at Alabama Jacks place.I learned to love the Lima Bean soup Alice made!Neverv did learn how to eat Fried Okra though ! The drive out there at the time was great ! Not much traffic and not many people.My first husband worked out there on an "oil rig" I belive it was called.I introduced my second daughter and granchildren to the Everglades and Florida city during their Spring break last year.They live in Palm Bay and I was visiting them from Virginia.Florida City /Homestead has sure changed since I was there last. My oldest daughter was born at Homestead Air Force Base in 1970 so I guess the last time was in that part of the world was 1971-1972.Moved to Virginia in Sept of 1973 and I have called it home since then.But when I finaly retire,I am coming back home to Fla-the Palm Bay area.It sure has grown up too !! I will be in Florida City again this year when my grandchildren are on Spring Break.May have to take a ride out to Cardsound to "Alabama Jacks" even though Jack and Alice are no longer there.Time to revisit old memories !!!