It was not as though there are no spaces to park along an empty stretch of Sugarloaf Boulevard. The idea is to park away from the right angled corner in order to allow distracted drivers to make the turn without creaming your Kia Soil while you are out strolling Sugarloaf's Loop Road. But as usual the idea of having to walk fifty yards to reach the trailhead is too much, far better to park here and sue someone else when your metallic green pride and joy gets creamed...
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. When I was a callow youth I developed a taste for decorating my room at school with roadsigns borrowed from the county council. Some friends and I would steal silently from the school buildings in the dark of night and crawl through hedges and dodge snoozing cows to reach a set of roadworks where we would purloin a few warning signs and rearrange the remainder to keep the flow of traffic moving after we were gone. My efforts at the end of the school year to get the signs home by "secretly" stuffing them in the large trunk of my father's Rolls Royce were thwarted when he discovered them. I was surprised he thought it a huge joke to set up our own roadworks on a quiet lane in the Somerset countryside which was the last I saw of my stash of road signs collected over my last year trapped in a English boarding school. Had we shared more such conspiracies i might never have emigrated far away. So the rather plaintive nature of this relatively new sign at the very end of Sugarloaf Boulevard engendered some wry sympathy in me. All I can recall was a set of red diamond reflectors marking the end of the road. I wonder who wanted them and went to the trouble of unbolting them from their posts? It must have happened quite often to require the placement of this sign...
Right off the trail too. Savages! How to Shit in the Woods, Second Edition: An Environmentally Sound Approach to a Lost Art: Kathleen Meyer: 9780898156270: Amazon.com: Books A useful manual for those that can't see the obvious for themselves.
This used to be state road 939 and it runs for about four miles through the mangroves till it dead ends in an old bulkhead that would have projected a wooden bridge across the sound toward Bay Point. Cheyenne and I walked it all a few years ago. Actually I walked It all and ended up carrying her a bit as she was exhausted past caring. The whole episode got my wife fairly pissed at me too as I recall.
This outing we were decidedly unambitious and we walked less while I played with my camera as Cheyenne sniffed around. I got some fairly startling effects too which I forgot to note so I have no idea how to reproduce the blue mangroves shown above.
Despite the recent half hearted attempts at rain the mangroves were quite dry so I decided we should take advantage and get off the main trail into the salt flats below, usually quite wet. I was quite surprised to see evidence of tires larger than those of bicycles marking the dry mud.
The thing about the backwoods in the Keys is that no matter how hard you try to fool yourself you are never a true pioneer. Someone has always been this way before you.
Another camera fidget and I created a mountainous valley where non exists. This place is of course as flat as a pancake and really looks like this to the naked eye:
I never cease to be amazed when I am told a tin can will survive in the environment for five hundred years or some such notion. Now, I'm not in favor of dumping trash willy nilly, but clearly this was no medieval vehicle and it has pretty much returned to its original chemical components.
No doubt some eagle eyed observer will figure out the year make and model of the machine it used to be. To me it was a lump of iron leaching rust into the rocks beneath. A not uncommon sight off the trails in the woods around here.
There is a county rule that one may not discharge a firearm anywhere in Monroe County unless at a range. So, you'd think if you were coming out here to do just that you'd remove the evidence. Not a bit of it! At least it's not used toilet paper.
We have been bracing for a cold front all week with promises of cold temperatures rain and outdoor nastiness. Yesterday it sure was overcast but there was no biting north wind and 66 degrees was t shirt weather for me.
We are told temperatures will go below sixty Sunday night and Monday night so that would make this the second real cold front of this astonishingly warm winter. My wife and I are planning a road trip Up North before the end of the month else we fear we may forget what it feels like to be cold. Cheyenne will enjoy it no doubt.