Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Sugarloaf Stroll

Six of us were out on Sugarloaf Loop under a bright winter sky.Wayne and Chuck, Zuzu and Tootie, Cheyenne and myself. Humans, Vizlas and a Labrador. Zuzu or Tootie (I still can't tell them apart).Chuck.
Tootie (or Zuzu).
Wayne.On the bridge on the Loop which is supposed to be closed to motor vehicles.
These two were visiting from England full of news from "home" while they were out walking from their winter home on Cudjoe Key. I find expatriates a little tiresome as I consider my home to be here, on Ramrod Key, not where I went to school in England. However they do rescue ill treated dogs so they get full marks for that.Chuck is like my wife, all sociable and friendly and able to chat with anyone. Wayne and I are much more alike in that small talk bores us.
Our goal was to talk to the sea on a trail that was new to me off the main Loop.We walked past an old quarry filled with water (and a Labrador).
Suddenly Wayne and Chuck dived into the bushes at the southwest corner of the quarry.And suddenly we popped out onto some oceanfront property, complete with rusted engine block, possibly an old boat mooring...It was a lovely spot and we were lucky to hit it at low tide as we had room to roam. Chuck pointed out this extraordinary osprey nest.The views down the coast were magnificent, as always.A good time was had by all.American Shoal light on the reef in the distance.
Cheyenne is quite fond of Wayne her godfather. She gets chicken and rice when she stays with Wayne and Chuck and I like to think that's the reason she gets so excited when we go round to visit.
We strolled back to the car and out of nowhere came this daredevil on a motorcycle.He reminded me of me 40 years ago. Only I had no gear, no helmet just a bike. Oh happy, innocent days.


judi said...

Looked like a wonderful day to be out for a stroll. Wayne and Chuck should maybe change Tootie or Zuzus collar color, maybe then you could tell them apart.........

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Sir:

I came across a headline in the "Key West Morning Call" today which read, "Feral Dogs Savage Lost Brits On Sugarloaf Loop." According to the story, a couple of biscuit-chomping British treacle testers were ripped apart by two Romanian Vizlas and an unspecified white blur. Suddenlym, this blog takes on an entirely sinister significance. The kid on thr bike was lucky to escape with his life.

Fondest regards, etc.
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

Conchscooter said...

Dear Jack: he didn't.
Dear Judi: common sense is not wayne and chuck's forte. They eat stone crab claws.

Anonymous said...

Looks like Cheyenne is getting to like the water more. What do you do with three wet dogs to get them home via automobile without the cars getting too wet and smelling like wet dog? Cuz Lynn

Conchscooter said...

I carry a towel in my car and give her the best rub I can to reduce the damp. The car is my kennel so it gets frequent vaccums and we hope for the best.

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Rob said...

That's a great area back there. My dad and I always make a point of hiking back in there when I'm in town. We dragged my wife with us this time when we were there last month.

While we were there, my dad and I paid a visit to Geiger Key Marina to have a beer. The waitress, who according to herself is a biologist of some sort, said that in the last year there have been about 16 American crocodiles tagged on Sugarloaf.

Whether that's true or not I have not a clue, but I would imagine that Sugarloaf Sound would be a mighty fine place for a crocodile (albeit smaller than the salt water crocs of the south and western Pacific) to make its home.

The Florida Blogger said...

I'm envious of anyone who can walk around in their shorts most of the year.


Your cold Central Floridian

Conchscooter said...

Rob: they say crocs are shy creatures and they have either buggered off or are in hiding.
Fla Blogger: the myth of a hot florida winter lives- even though I remember frost in ft myers one long winter when I lived there.
god bless you too old geezer, though I'm not sure mine carries as much weight as yours.

M. Charles said...

Conchscooter: How much common sense does it take to place earth boxes replete with succulent vegetables on your deck for the ravenous iguanas of Ramrod should see the size of our tomatoes!

Rob: We've heard that there are crocs around the quarry, but I haven't seen any. Wayne saw one several years ago before Wilma. I pity the croc that goes after Cheyenne...or Conchscooter!

Chuck on Sugarloaf

Conchscooter said...

dear chuck, wayne said you were boasting about the size of his cucmber when we were on marvin key the other day.Now his tomatoes? The poor man will have no dignity at all soon.