I think it was on this stretch of low lying roadway that Hurricane Wilma covered in sand in 2005 and the national Guard had to bull doze their way through to bring us ice and Chef Boyardee. 
That was the storm that showed Governor Jeb Bush had learned the lessons of Katrina and help was on hand immediately and dispatched almost before we knew we needed it. It was kind of weird lining up for hand outs from the Army feeling like a Bosniack under siege but all was well in the end. These days you wouldn't spare a thought for all that sand-in-the-road drama, the place looks that peaceful.
I always find the curve of the southern coastline very evocative with the tree covered point.
The tide was high when I stopped so the beach was a vestigial affair, but even at low tide there's not a lot of land around here. 
The road is straight and true through here with convenient dotted lines so one can get past the visitors slowing to ogle the South Pacific views.
It was morning when I took these pictures and the view to the east toward Islamorada were dappled by the sun.
The side streets here are pretty much like most such dead ends in the Keys, stilt homes and trees.
The bike path though is a bit better landscaped than the blasted heath cyclists ride through on most of the Lower Keys.
One local home and tree owner was showing some enterprise. I wonder if I should do a similar thing, offering some of the hundreds of nuts I get on my mature trees. I really don't think I can be bothered, and I shall continue to eat and drink as many as I can. I wonder if people really do pay fifty cents for what is essentially a non native nuisance?
I took a coconut to Italy on my last trip in 2009 and Giovanni's wife, herself a gardener, thought it was the weirdest thing she'd ever seen, not having handled a coconut with it's out shell on. I suppose it's all what you are used to.
That was the storm that showed Governor Jeb Bush had learned the lessons of Katrina and help was on hand immediately and dispatched almost before we knew we needed it. It was kind of weird lining up for hand outs from the Army feeling like a Bosniack under siege but all was well in the end. These days you wouldn't spare a thought for all that sand-in-the-road drama, the place looks that peaceful.
I always find the curve of the southern coastline very evocative with the tree covered point.The tide was high when I stopped so the beach was a vestigial affair, but even at low tide there's not a lot of land around here. The road is straight and true through here with convenient dotted lines so one can get past the visitors slowing to ogle the South Pacific views.It was morning when I took these pictures and the view to the east toward Islamorada were dappled by the sun.The side streets here are pretty much like most such dead ends in the Keys, stilt homes and trees.The bike path though is a bit better landscaped than the blasted heath cyclists ride through on most of the Lower Keys.
One local home and tree owner was showing some enterprise. I wonder if I should do a similar thing, offering some of the hundreds of nuts I get on my mature trees. I really don't think I can be bothered, and I shall continue to eat and drink as many as I can. I wonder if people really do pay fifty cents for what is essentially a non native nuisance?I took a coconut to Italy on my last trip in 2009 and Giovanni's wife, herself a gardener, thought it was the weirdest thing she'd ever seen, not having handled a coconut with it's out shell on. I suppose it's all what you are used to.
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