Thursday, August 5, 2010

Geiger Key Marina

Chuck and I had been exchanging e-mails for a while after we met on the street in front if his house a while ago. We arranged to meet at Geiger Key Marina which suited me very well as I hadn't been there for a while, a long while.

We left Cheyenne at home after a very long walk. I figured she was better off napping than sitting out in the August heat, and Chuck noticed...and expressed disappointment. I don't blame him, she is a total babe.


It's a hopping place Geiger Key in the same vein as Hogfish on Stock Island which isn't surprising as it's owned by the same man. To get to Geiger Key turn south at the Circle Key/Shell on Big Coppitt (Mile Marker Ten) and wait for the yellow sign to appear. It's a long straight ride south at 30 miles per hour from Highway One.


I tripped over this Cuban chug decorating the parking lot. It's worth a look to see how far people will go to escape from Cuba. A wooden frame, polystyrene flotation panels and a hull covered in a plastic tarp. Very ingenious but what a craft to use to cross 90 miles of Gulf Stream and it's unpredictable conditions. Many don't make it and disappear and no one is any the wiser. Sometimes their chugs wash ashore empty and leave us to assume the worst.

We joined Chuck and Pauline dockside with a gorgeous view. We were under close observation. I'm guessing they are used to soft hearted tourists yielding to their charms.

My grilled mahi mahi on a fresh crisp salad was perfect and the conversation was intense enough I forgot to photograph it. I did ask Lindsay for a smile though and she obliged. Chuck made a comment about old age and pity but I decided to draw a veil across that.

It was an entirely splendid afternoon until these two Cuban refugees showed up to spoil the fun. As I watched them paddling in toward the marina I noted, out loud how odd is this new fad of paddling a surf board. I thought nothing more of it as we sipped our tea and enjoyed the afternoon peace. One big thing about this place is the blessed absence of canned outdoor tinny muzak.

As the Cuban couple paddled into the basin in front of the restaurant I had my attention elsewhere. Hey, they said, he's waving at you! Well bugger, how was I supposed to know it was Scott out paddling around? I walked over and Scott and Julie explained to me exactly how deluded I am to imagine that paddling a surf board is a complicated or difficult way to go. Julie explained that the view is much improved over that from the low seated position in a kayak, the board is more maneuverable and paddling is easier as you can put your lower body to work. She also insists the board is more stable than a kayak.So now I'm going to have to rent one I guess. And learn to keep my unfounded prejudices to myself.

Barbecue is on the menu after 4pm Sundays and I can't imagine standing over the pit in this heat. Never mind adding the hot sauce.

A Rick Worth piece of mobile art.
And time to say goodbye.



Next time another dockside lunch, possib ly Stock Island.

12 comments:

byrdman6969 said...

geiger key ! not real familiar with it. looks nice though. cute little place to have lunch. do you turn near bobalu's.? 98 degrees in columbia,sc and sunny...........BYRDMAN

judi said...

Oh be sure to have an underwater camera when you rent the surf board and start paddling. Now Im not saying you will fall in, but you never know what could happen............Check out Lazy Dog in Key West, they take their dogs with them lazydog.com

Unknown said...

Mr Conchscooter:

I notice that Chuck is my kind of guy. Going out to eat sans footware, (No use wearing the Crocs out) but where are the food pictures ? No pictures means that it didn't happen

bob
Wet Coast Scootin

Conchscooter said...

turn south at the circle k on big coppitt and there it is. chuck walked barefoot on gravel. I wanted his guyabera but taking the shirt off a guy's back (especially one several sizes too small) seemed unkind.

Anonymous said...

Dear Sir,

You have from time to time on this very blog declared yourself to be a misanthrope. After weeks of non stop posts that depict you happily cavorting with a variety of humans across the stretch of our great nation, I suggest you cease using the term as an accurate self description. I would suggest ironic humanitarian.

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Mr. Conchscooter:

You almost have the formula for photography correct. But why are there only three pictures of Julie in her underwear? By eliminating one of a stupid bird, one of a piece of shit car, and other of a pointless street sign, you could have gotten three more shots of her. Hot, Asian women are a distinct bonus to any blog.

It's a delight to see a picture of Key West without those stupid shoes in them. By the way, did you hear the news? Bobskoot went berserk, got a tattoo, found rum, and trashed his wind-up scooter. I hear he had his left blog whittled down to an eye patch and is now running around Vancouver as a kind of Wee Strom Pirate. You were right... This was a long time coming.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

Conchscooter said...

jack -i told you bobnskoot wouldn't survivie our encounter. drink and the devil have done for him.
dear anonymous. ironic human is close enough. I have yet to post pictures of meeting sandra from virginia and tomorrow I have lunch with danette from denver so this hanging out with people is too much already. robert and dolly at the movies and josh and lisa on sunday and a goodbye breakfast to vacationing wayne and chuck. jeez. I need some time alone. with my dog.

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Sir:

You are having lunch with Danette?

You dog.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

Unknown said...

Mr Conchscooter:

You are one of the most prolific socialites I know who lives in KW. It will take a bit to catch up with you. I'm waiting for all of your vistors to make it to British Columbia. Come before the rainy season with is 6 months long starting in October

bob
Wet Coast Scootin

Conchscooter said...

I am announcing RIGHT NOW I am unavailable for the foreseeable future. Danette and sandra's pictures next week. Then it's back to empty streets of Key West. And dog walking.

Shonassie said...

Aww, you mean you won't have lunch with me when I make it back down to the Keys to visit?? I was so looking forward to inviting you and your wife to breakfast at Blue Heaven! But, it might be a year or so from now, think you might be recovered by then?? We could talk about police dispatching and dogs?? I promise not to mention shopping or socializing!!

Conchscooter said...

I have already broken my promise to myself. Thats the curse of a socializing wife.