Going out of town for a week makes you realize how much you miss your dog. It is good to get back into a routine and Cheyenne is happy to be out and about in the slightly cooler weather that October usually brings. Sugarloaf Key has home ownership opportunities too.
Rate of Growth Ordinance (ROGO) restrictions are a big deal when buying land in the Keys. The state has oversight over the islands, rating them an area of special concern which means developers are frequently pissed off, property owners yell about property rights and buying a plot of land can means years of waiting in line before one can build. The restrictions came about to try to prevent over development in the Keys, a concept that is hard to believe in, sometimes, driving the Overseas Highway. Plots of delightful open space still exist.
This could be yours.
I am not a huge fan of dirt streets, not as a place to live, though I like walking my dog on these funky back roads.
The great thing about these large lots is you have more room than you might otherwise expect to find in these small islands. 
Horses anyone? 
Wow! A whole ten percent? Wait a year and some prognosticators suggest land prices may have fallen by half across the US. 
As usual I haven't a clue what it's called. 
These really are lovely homes even if they have no boating access to salt water. 
I'm told date palms won't fruit properly in the Keys because they need an extended period of drought and heat and around here it rains too much. Not that I would know. 
Tropical greenery creates vast amounts of tropical yard waste.
How this coconut got here, among the mangroves I'm not sure. 
This is not a canal. It's a street. I love these wide open spaces on these small islands.
I'll bet this said "No Trespassing" a long time ago. I assumed that's what it meant and turned away. 
Nice scum, eh? Even Cheyenne avoided it.
This is not a chicken. 
This is my dog. 
She never gets enough time walking.
Horses anyone? 
Wow! A whole ten percent? Wait a year and some prognosticators suggest land prices may have fallen by half across the US. 
As usual I haven't a clue what it's called. 
These really are lovely homes even if they have no boating access to salt water. 
I'm told date palms won't fruit properly in the Keys because they need an extended period of drought and heat and around here it rains too much. Not that I would know. 
Tropical greenery creates vast amounts of tropical yard waste.How this coconut got here, among the mangroves I'm not sure. 
This is not a canal. It's a street. I love these wide open spaces on these small islands.
I'll bet this said "No Trespassing" a long time ago. I assumed that's what it meant and turned away. 
Nice scum, eh? Even Cheyenne avoided it.
This is not a chicken. 
This is my dog. 
She never gets enough time walking.
5 comments:
The flower is Xyoria, the bird is an Ibis (but you knew that, was playing coy). :)
Dear Sir:
This is the first major real estate deal I have seen in the Keys that was actually worth the money. Despite the modest nature of the house (plus the fact that it was level to the ground), three acres in Paradidse without neighbors looking in your yard — while your 25-year-old pole dancer "neice" toasts her ta-tas in the sun — would be like heaven (in the late fall, winter, and early spring).
I lived on dirt roads for years. I miss them. (In upstate New York, there is no better place to shoot a deer.) Thank you for giving us the bird, and for the best picture yet taken of you dog.
Leslie says thank you for the kind note. My name was conspicuously absent from that document... So kiss my ass. I am drinking coffee from my palm tree cup right now.
Attempts to ride this weekend were a disaster. I have real concern that I have become a cripple. Not "mobility challenged" but a real gimp... And I am not delighted by the thought.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Thank you Jeffrey. You too can kiss riepe's ass to keep me company; he couldn't name a flower to saved his Fireballs from the wrecker's yard.
dear riepe; kissing your ass is always a pleasure, even though I hate hearing about your gimpyness. My birthday present I most treasure is written permission from my wife to indulge myself in a boy's riding week next year with Auto Train round trip included. I have locked the permission slip in the safe. If it just ends up with me slugginmg Jack Daniels watching you writhe in bed while Dick makes rude comments it will be worth it.
Thank you for mentioning breasts (again) in my blog.
Riepe could get a side car for Atticus, thus giving him more time to ride in the winter and the gimpiness would not be such a problem.
More FantasyFestBreasts please, thank you. (BTW, that domain is open, fantastyfestbreasts.com.
Sorry fantasyfestbreasts.com but fan-tasty-fest give a new angle to the site.
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