I haven't been out to Little Hamaca in a while and as I had a half hour to spare I decided this was as good a place as any to go for a walk once again. I first brought Cheyenne here briefly after I got her from the pound last December.
She was just as excited to be back this time and took off like a rocket in the heat.
Everything merits a quick sniff in passing.
Little Hamaca is a city park wedged between the airport and the Riviera Canal. It's a little the worse for wear.
The boardwalk carries you over the wetland areas of the park, through the mangroves.
At the point where the boardwalk ended some industrious soul had built a stone walkway alongside the mud.
Little Hamaca enjoys a reputation as a hang out for shady sexual encounters and drug use but as usual I wander around oblivious and have never met any shady characters at all. Perhaps the middle of the day is not the right time.
Perhaps they see me coming and run. Or they see my fearsome dog.
Which is hard to do as she is constantly buried in the bushes sniffing. In the background a house is visible across the canal.
In the foreground below is one of the ditches they used to dig to fight mosquito larvae. The idea was larval eating fish would lie in wait in the water to keep the mosquito population at bay. It was not completely effective apparently.
The Riviera Canal looking east (toward Stock Island).
These are some of the few homes in Key West with back yard dockage.
It is permitted to tie up at the dock on the Little Hamaca side to walk the boardwalk into the park.
The airport is nearby of course.
Personally I'd rather go boating than flying.
The antennae from the old Hawk Missile site can be seen across the mangroves.
The
hamaca as explained to the Spanish by the Indians living in these areas of slightly raised ground, was that a hamaca was a sleeping area in marshlands. The Spanish misunderstood
bed room for
bed in their early conversations with the Indians and thus we get the word "hammock" for that peculiar bed slung between trees, instead of "hamaca" for "sleeping place."
A hammock is really a piece of dry land above the marshland typical of southern Florida, and apparently it is home to some fearsome horned spiders as well.
Little Hamaca needs some maintenance.
On our way out Cheyenne told me to stop for this guy with a flat bicycle tire, so I did.
With my magic electric pump in the trunk I blew him up and sent him on his way.
Looking good for now. I hope it was a very slow leak.
I haven't been out to Little Hamaca in a while and as I had a half hour to spare I decided this was as good a place as any to go for a walk once again. I first brought Cheyenne here briefly after I got her from the pound last December.
Little Hamaca is a city park wedged between the airport and the Riviera Canal. It's a little the worse for wear.
At the point where the boardwalk ended some industrious soul had built a stone walkway alongside the mud.
Little Hamaca enjoys a reputation as a hang out for shady sexual encounters and drug use but as usual I wander around oblivious and have never met any shady characters at all. Perhaps the middle of the day is not the right time.
Which is hard to do as she is constantly buried in the bushes sniffing. In the background a house is visible across the canal. 
In the foreground below is one of the ditches they used to dig to fight mosquito larvae. The idea was larval eating fish would lie in wait in the water to keep the mosquito population at bay. It was not completely effective apparently. 
The Riviera Canal looking east (toward Stock Island). 
These are some of the few homes in Key West with back yard dockage. 
It is permitted to tie up at the dock on the Little Hamaca side to walk the boardwalk into the park. 
The airport is nearby of course.
Personally I'd rather go boating than flying. 
The antennae from the old Hawk Missile site can be seen across the mangroves.
The hamaca as explained to the Spanish by the Indians living in these areas of slightly raised ground, was that a hamaca was a sleeping area in marshlands. The Spanish misunderstood bed room for bed in their early conversations with the Indians and thus we get the word "hammock" for that peculiar bed slung between trees, instead of "hamaca" for "sleeping place." 
A hammock is really a piece of dry land above the marshland typical of southern Florida, and apparently it is home to some fearsome horned spiders as well.
On our way out Cheyenne told me to stop for this guy with a flat bicycle tire, so I did. 
With my magic electric pump in the trunk I blew him up and sent him on his way.
8 comments:
Interesting place. It was nice of Cheyenne insist you help that guy out,give her a treat for me.
Dear Sir:
I am delighted that you carry a pump in your carry to help those wayward souls stuck by the side of the road. I guess the elewments must be hard on exposed wooden walkways. But in truth, I find spiders disgusting and loathsome to be around.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Have always been curious about this park, I know right where it is, we may have to visit next time we're in the area.
I would rather encounter a spider than I would a "shady sexual encounter."
Dear Gainesville365:
That is because you never met a guy on a 1995 BMW K75.
Fondest regards,.
Jack • Reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Good Samaritan Conchscooter be.
I don't know, that spider is shady enough. They look similar to the ones I have ran into (and caught in my hair because I could not stop) when kayaking in the mangroves.
Good post today.
dear judi: layne is in california for a wedding so cheyenne is gettingf ar too many treats. Then she spends my work nights with Wayne and chuck and they spoil her so badly she practically leaps out of the car to greet them.
Dear Anon it i a place where people who are shy about being gay are said to hang out and seek similar. Don't be put off the park is really quite nice.
dear gainesville and riepe, please get a room.
jeffrey- these things are everywhere so I usually bat the air with a magazine or the newspaper when I walk because their webs are sturdy and gross.
Mr Conchscooter:
great minds think alike. I also carry a compressor in my commuter car, you just never know . . . plus extra chairs, tripod, food and beverages and lately a harmonica, you just never know . . .
bob
Wet Coast Scootin
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