Saturday, June 5, 2010

Briny Breezes

My wife and I have a couple of road trips planned this year, one in North Carolina in June and another going someplace in July. We will pack our dog and our tent and put the Fusion to the test. We don't want to get embroiled in spending vast sums visiting Italy this year, irony of ironies when the Euro is as low as it has ever been. So we are going to take three weeks out of July and drive around a bit, destination uncertain. We like driving together and Cheyenne did very well on her maiden trip to Birmingham a few weeks ago. So far, with 1200 miles driven in South Florida the Fusion seems to be doing okay.
After we bought the car we stopped by Denise's beach house in Briny Breezes. Denise was away so we had the place to ourselves. We brought a picnic dinner and sat out under the stars enjoying the sea breeze in her front yard. In the morning the dog imperative took over and I walked Cheyenne. Denise lives across the street from the Briny Breezes trailer park, a slice of Old Florida.It was hot and stuffy and breezy all at the same as we walked towards the water. I noticed some people will do anything to get an ocean glimpse. I can't imagine neighbors mean much to the owner of this ill- proportioned monstrosity...Trailer Park residents get to use this waterfront view point overlooking the beach.
This is stereotypical Florida, the one where old people come to spend their "golden years." I don't get to see much of this in the Keys. The trailer park is a haven for ordinary people in the middle of piles and piles of massive condo canyons along the waterfront. Membership has it's privileges and if you want to participate there is a trailer advertised for a cool $270,000.Bob popped out and asked about Cheyenne (not me). He noted down her name and city of origin because apparently he publishes the name of visiting dogs in the local paper. As odd an obsession as keeping a photo diary, one could say.I was proud of myself; I remembered to take his picture. Locally the way they protect the coastline is by making it as inaccessible to visitors as possible. Which is a shame.
A grand estate for you?Mind the chain link fence. In Florida beaches are public, so access is limited and parking is non existent. So either you walk or cycle or stay away. Friendly huh?
To be close enough to walk your dog makes you lucky. To own property that gives you access makes you a local. No bicycles?
These people have paid for their view and by God...etc.It's good to get out of town occasionally. It reminds you of the good and the loose at home. Not enough people leave the Keys from time to time to see how the rest of the country lives.