The location of the incident mentioned in this morning's essay is actually quite scenic and pretty, which was why I chose to take a look and bring my camera along. 
I came across a magnificent four way stop just yards from card Sound Road and to my delight there was a little bridge and a canal dug out of the living rock. Plus a bird (an ibis perchance?) was keeping an eye on things from an exceedingly awkward perch all the while.
There was one rather bizarre looking but very functional apartment building overlooking the canal to the north:
To the south the canal went sort of nowhere.
I couldn't imagine the amount of work that went into digging this massive piece of engineering, and then ending up with no development to justify it. I stumped through the dry grass and spindly trees, wishing my dog were there to enjoy the fun, and reached the edge of this imposing waterway. 
The bridge to the left is Valois Boulevard while the waterway to the right reaches the tidal waters of the Straits of Florida. Of Houses along its banks there were none to be seen at this end. It seemed deserted.
The corner was built up in an extraordinarily elaborate way. It looked almost like the haul out space of a marina or boatyard.
So it was I got back in the car and drove to the end of Valois Boulevard where I walked along a little trail to the end of the canal which it turned out was completely closed off from the ocean by a cement barrier.
"No Fishing In The Canal" was the message stenciled everywhere. Clearly there's no boating and swimming would be an exercise in drowning as there was no way up or down the tall stone walls.
The fresh breeze and open waters beyond the cement barrier looked doubly entrancing, liberated from the confines of the mysterious and blocked off canal.
I came across a magnificent four way stop just yards from card Sound Road and to my delight there was a little bridge and a canal dug out of the living rock. Plus a bird (an ibis perchance?) was keeping an eye on things from an exceedingly awkward perch all the while.There was one rather bizarre looking but very functional apartment building overlooking the canal to the north:To the south the canal went sort of nowhere.I couldn't imagine the amount of work that went into digging this massive piece of engineering, and then ending up with no development to justify it. I stumped through the dry grass and spindly trees, wishing my dog were there to enjoy the fun, and reached the edge of this imposing waterway. The bridge to the left is Valois Boulevard while the waterway to the right reaches the tidal waters of the Straits of Florida. Of Houses along its banks there were none to be seen at this end. It seemed deserted.The corner was built up in an extraordinarily elaborate way. It looked almost like the haul out space of a marina or boatyard.So it was I got back in the car and drove to the end of Valois Boulevard where I walked along a little trail to the end of the canal which it turned out was completely closed off from the ocean by a cement barrier."No Fishing In The Canal" was the message stenciled everywhere. Clearly there's no boating and swimming would be an exercise in drowning as there was no way up or down the tall stone walls.The fresh breeze and open waters beyond the cement barrier looked doubly entrancing, liberated from the confines of the mysterious and blocked off canal.
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