I'm sure we'll have a few more cold blasts before I launch the skiff and go swimming next April but when the days are perceptibly longer than the nights I'm a happy camper. I've had enough 60 degree days to be going on with, but as I look out the dispatch center window at the sunny placid waters of Garrison Bight Marina I'm feeling like winter's over and its springtime in the Keys. Which means its time for an unrelated motorcycle picture. I took this earlier in the week at Fort Zachary State Park.
I've been reading about all the gross weather the rest of the country is suffering and it looks terrible. Our commuting madman, the Intrepid Commuter, is riding his motorcycle in marginal conditions which make me feel pretty unmanly when my wife asks if I'm riding in this "terrible " weather as temperatures drop to near 60 degrees. People are dying in rain storms, floods, mudslides and all the rest of it. And here we are waiting for our next dice-with-death hurricane season, meanwhile the skies are blue and the temperature is close to 80. Like I always say, when hurricanes hit there's enough warning that we can evacuate and after the storm we may have too many mosquitoes and not enough power but at least we don't get hypothermia.This is a cloudy gray threatening day along Highway One at Big Coppitt, around Mile Marker 11. Compare that to scenes of devastation and electric mittens in the dismal reports from elsewhere around the US. At least I know how well off I am, its hard to take this place for granted. And no, I still don't miss snow.