With my work day (night) starting in six hours I have plenty of time to get out into Nature with my dog.
When the midday walk at the beach gets too hot for a girl, Cheyenne plunks herself down in the salt and seaweed and takes a break.
We are not supposed to worry about oil in the gulf reaching these shores as the government has discovered there are wonderful secret microbes eating the oil as fast as it spilled. Good job I say. So instead we live with dead seaweed washing on the Keys modest beaches. As it rots and dries in the sun it smells like a herd of cows just pissed here. You know I'm not kidding as this is not in fact the tourism development website for the Lower Keys. 
If you are a commercial fisherman and you have surplus or broken equipment the best way to dispose of it is to toss it overboard. It is my belief that the fastest way to get trash out of the oceans is to abolish commercial fishing. As that will never happen until the last living creature in the water is extinct I have chosen to live with trashed beaches and enjoy the variety the trash brings to an other wise dull natural scene. 
This is the spot to come if you need some old plastic rope. It's free! 
And buckets are easily available. 
I thought this was a proper square grouper for a moment. Be still my beating heart! It was just a home made float or fender, polystyrene wrapped in decaying cotton. I have never found anything remotely illegal in all my walks. My purity of heart precedes me.
Someone else believes trash can be Art. 
Cheyenne likes walking here lately even more than I do. We get cooling sea breezes and there is a shady, sandy trail under the trees behind the beach itself. 
Off shore there are always people always busy buzzing about. On land we walk almost always alone. I did glimpse two people the other day crashing along the beach carrying big plastic bags. they were either collecting trash or stealing...sponges? Who knows.
We sometimes spend two hours here and a girl has to take a moment to get her breath back in the heat of summer. 
That's when I get to stand and look.
And enjoy the view.
When the midday walk at the beach gets too hot for a girl, Cheyenne plunks herself down in the salt and seaweed and takes a break.We are not supposed to worry about oil in the gulf reaching these shores as the government has discovered there are wonderful secret microbes eating the oil as fast as it spilled. Good job I say. So instead we live with dead seaweed washing on the Keys modest beaches. As it rots and dries in the sun it smells like a herd of cows just pissed here. You know I'm not kidding as this is not in fact the tourism development website for the Lower Keys. If you are a commercial fisherman and you have surplus or broken equipment the best way to dispose of it is to toss it overboard. It is my belief that the fastest way to get trash out of the oceans is to abolish commercial fishing. As that will never happen until the last living creature in the water is extinct I have chosen to live with trashed beaches and enjoy the variety the trash brings to an other wise dull natural scene. This is the spot to come if you need some old plastic rope. It's free! 
And buckets are easily available. I thought this was a proper square grouper for a moment. Be still my beating heart! It was just a home made float or fender, polystyrene wrapped in decaying cotton. I have never found anything remotely illegal in all my walks. My purity of heart precedes me.
Someone else believes trash can be Art. 
Cheyenne likes walking here lately even more than I do. We get cooling sea breezes and there is a shady, sandy trail under the trees behind the beach itself. Off shore there are always people always busy buzzing about. On land we walk almost always alone. I did glimpse two people the other day crashing along the beach carrying big plastic bags. they were either collecting trash or stealing...sponges? Who knows.
We sometimes spend two hours here and a girl has to take a moment to get her breath back in the heat of summer. 
That's when I get to stand and look.And enjoy the view.
13 comments:
I ran across your blog while searching for Key West information. I'm currently writing a novel set in Key West, and I was wondering if I might be able to run a question by you. If you're willing to help, contact me at linus696@hotmail.com.
Thanks much!
Love the pictures. You should include the US Navy and all other vessels of the sea. When my daughter was aboard an Aircraft Carrier for 5 years she was disgusted with the amount of trash that went over board, but we all know the government would deny it.
Dear Sir:
How do you know that there isn't a deadly swamp adder in that seaweed, or a hoard of caymen looking to feast on that poor dog?
Honestly, the risks you take.
I guess the dog is looking for the cooler fall and winter weather, when the temperature drops to 92. The mercury is slated for 96º here today. 96º of honest US degrees strsaight from hell. And the first three days of September are supposed to be the same.
And for the record, bar end mirrors are right snappy. I had them on "Blueballs." Jet black, low, and nasty.
Fondest regards,
Jack • ®eep • Toad
Twisted Roads
I suppose Judi one should say "professional mariners" because I don't exempt cruise ships either. When my wife and I spent two years cruising central america we were stubborn about dumping our trash responsibly. what happened after we dumped it...? One can only hope for the best.
riepe: you are one of nature's worriers. Cheyenne will die happy and I will be heart broken. There are no greater dangers than unhappiness.
linus. you can ask at conchscooter@hotmail.com only honest answers are offered her. Not necessarily what you want to hear, nor yet correct answers. beware the internet.
That's great. My dogs will sometimes lie down in a puddle, but I've never seen them lie down up to their chest.
Cheyenne laying down in that puddle reminds me of the choc lab I rescued a few years ago. It can be in the low thirties and she will wade thru a creek(not crick) and not think anything about it. Too cold for me, gives me chills just thinking about it.
Just watch for the sand fleas. Last November I got ate up pretty bad on my last day on the island.
Sand fleas or not, I'll be back in 63 days for the parrot head Meeting of the Minds celebration.
Bob from Montana
I think it's cute that Jimmy Buffet thinks he has a mind to meet anyone with... (hee, hee, hee)
81 degrees here today and the skies were blue and beautiful. Cheyenne would love the temperatures here right now and she wouldn't want to lie in the cold mountain waters that flow down into our parks!
But it is a bit too cool in the morning and the leaves on some of the trees are already changing- which is early even for Colorado! I hope it doesn't bode ill for a cold fall or early winter (depending on how you look at it).
@Danette: Though I'm a big fan of the music and the lifestyle..Buffett's ability to self-promote and market junk is rivaled only by the Kmir Rouge's ability to intimidate.
Dear Conch:
You will not die brtoken-hearted. I will be there, rolling the Triumph onto my trailer. My guess is that you'll have enough strength to raise one finger.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
I am going to die of hypothermia in New York in October. Then my Labrador will die of a broken heart. She has taken to lying on her back when my wife isd around and wiggling until I pay her attention and rub her stomach, the minx. When my wife is at work she sleeps next to me and no stomach rubs are required. And some people think animals don't share our feelings. My dog may be jealous but luckily my wife isn't.
It's going to snow in Glacier Park tonight. In a few weeks, it will make it to the rest of the state. I love leaving Montana when it's 6 below zero, landing in Key West when it's 80 degrees and spending a week listening to trop rock. It makes the rest of the winter shoveling snow drifts so much more tolerable.
Bob from Montana
We had about 10 minutes of torrential hail today, pea sized. Sounded like someone was sandblasting my office window.
D
Post a Comment