I miss walking the woods. There I've said it. Cheyenne humored me for about a hundred yards then she took up her "This far and no further" attitude.
There's this house on the north side of Cudjoe Key and it looks to be quite a nice house in the usual stilt house sort of way. There's a boat parked in what would be the driveway, if it weren't so overgrown, and there is patio furniture on the deck and everything. But it is abandoned and overgrown. I have been watching it revert to nature for several years. Who knows what the story is.
It's hot and empty and... did I mention it's hot?
They say that for a Floridian a good parking spot is a place where there is shade. This shaded Harley was looking quite attractive as it sat there waiting for a rider. Cheyenne dismissed it with a sniff.
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Once, when I lived on Big Pine Key, there was a farmer. I don't know if he is still there. One of his pigs died and he tossed it in one of the shallow, swampy canals.
It was quite disgusting but the alligator who lived there at the time, had a few lovely meals out of it.
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