Monday, September 20, 2010

Little Hamaca City Park

I haven't been out to Little Hamaca in a while and as I had a half hour to spare I decided this was as good a place as any to go for a walk once again. I first brought Cheyenne here briefly after I got her from the pound last December.She was just as excited to be back this time and took off like a rocket in the heat. Everything merits a quick sniff in passing.
Little Hamaca is a city park wedged between the airport and the Riviera Canal. It's a little the worse for wear.The boardwalk carries you over the wetland areas of the park, through the mangroves. At the point where the boardwalk ended some industrious soul had built a stone walkway alongside the mud.
Little Hamaca enjoys a reputation as a hang out for shady sexual encounters and drug use but as usual I wander around oblivious and have never met any shady characters at all. Perhaps the middle of the day is not the right time. Perhaps they see me coming and run. Or they see my fearsome dog.
Which is hard to do as she is constantly buried in the bushes sniffing. In the background a house is visible across the canal.
In the foreground below is one of the ditches they used to dig to fight mosquito larvae. The idea was larval eating fish would lie in wait in the water to keep the mosquito population at bay. It was not completely effective apparently.
The Riviera Canal looking east (toward Stock Island).
These are some of the few homes in Key West with back yard dockage.
It is permitted to tie up at the dock on the Little Hamaca side to walk the boardwalk into the park.
The airport is nearby of course.
Personally I'd rather go boating than flying.
The antennae from the old Hawk Missile site can be seen across the mangroves.
The hamaca as explained to the Spanish by the Indians living in these areas of slightly raised ground, was that a hamaca was a sleeping area in marshlands. The Spanish misunderstood bed room for bed in their early conversations with the Indians and thus we get the word "hammock" for that peculiar bed slung between trees, instead of "hamaca" for "sleeping place."
A hammock is really a piece of dry land above the marshland typical of southern Florida, and apparently it is home to some fearsome horned spiders as well.Little Hamaca needs some maintenance.
On our way out Cheyenne told me to stop for this guy with a flat bicycle tire, so I did.
With my magic electric pump in the trunk I blew him up and sent him on his way.Looking good for now. I hope it was a very slow leak.