Saturday, May 1, 2010

Summerland Stroll

Cheyenne is a life saver.
I have a lot on my mind at the moment what with mechanical repairs, too much work and too much socializing all at once and not a moment to myself. Then there's my dog.Whether or not I feel like it I have to take her out and walk her twice a day.
I had a dinner date and it was past time to get Cheyenne out and walked. Were it not for her I would never have made the time for myself to get lost for half an hour.
The sun was low on the horizon stretching out the shadows as we wandered, dog in front, man in rear. From a small mound of rock I could look out far and wide on this flat landscape.This area of north Summerland Key is as much water as dirt.
This hump rates as hill around here.
Access from Nile Road has been blocked off to vehicles by the county using numerous concrete barriers recently dropped alongside the road. This old bus roof is part of the previous generations' idea of using open space to store trash.
This is a nickname only a couple of women in my life have ever used. I was surprised to see it here, of all places.The rest of the bus was behind a bush rotting in the salt air. Human endeavor doesn't seem likely to outlast us, does it?
This was a brake drum from a bygone era.
This bicycle was dumped in the bushes and is returning to it's component elements.
Back on Niles Road this house was warning passers by off, as usual.
This house is notable because after Hurricane Wilma it was built with a garage on stilts and a long ramp up to it alongside the house. It seems a vast expense to store a car above the flood level. I can't imagine this lush landscaping will do that well in a saltwater flood, but the car will be okay.
While I gawped at how the other one percent lives Cheyenne was exploring.
What is it with hanging women's underwear in bushes? They seem to be sprouting everywhere.
And here's the kennel waiting roadside to whisk us off to dinner. I love these empty roads to nowhere.
Keith and Mary Beth made a date at The Wharf with us and we had a great meal outdoors talking about teaching and budget cuts and I wish we had spent more time on the good old days when Keith was stationed in the Keys in the 1970s. The women held the floor.
I look forward to their next visit next year from the frozen wastelands of Colorado which they actually quite like. The mosquitoes came out and cut short the lounging as the sun hit the deck finally and completely.
The moonlight glinted on the water, barely visible from the top of the Niles Channel Bridge.
And so to bed. The view from the back deck at the house.