We were driving the middle Keys and at the north end of Marathon on Grassy Key I spotted a likely turn off. It looked like a low maintenance bike path, one side paved the other not. We took the path less paved.
A woman of advanced middle age (I think) approached me in a village in Italy last month and told me she remembered my mother. "You caused her a lot of heart ache," she said and I winced because I am fond of my mother's memory. What had I done, I wondered...
...it wasn't as bad as I had at first thought. "You were always running away and she never knew where you were," she went on.
Well indeed that has always been my abiding problem, a desire to see what's over the horizon, and my nature hasn't changed that much even here in these little slivers of land set in the middle of the ocean.
Cheyenne likes to explore too though this time of year she goes from shade to shade wherever she finds it even next to a slender power pole.
And then she hunts for water to cool off in, but if fresh she'll drink it too.
The odd thing is she prefers mangrove water to the proper clean water I provide her. My dog is weird.
I have met quite a few people complaining of the heat as though anything else were to be expected in August. Even so I find the weather quite bearable. We have a light southeasterly breeze blowing most days, the humidity is low and if not directly in the sun, like Cheyenne, it is quite pleasant.
We walked about half a mile paralleling the highway until the trail ran out.
If you wanted to move here some optimist is offering land for sale.
Good luck finding a bank that will make a loan though, these days.
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