It is I suspect a road built for a development that never materialized and has become a trail for walkers or cyclists who like to see mangroves and palmettos close up.
The surface is crushed rock so it's easy to walk though in summer it tends to flood and the heat and humidity persuade my dog it's not worth being here.
So this is a winter walk, cool dry air, mid seventies, no mosquitoes and a light breeze mostly masked by the bushes,
Trash piles up from the bad old days but nowadays I find the dump, just up the road takes everything and is easy to use and reasonably priced.
Environmentalists tell us coke cans rot in about 500 years when left to lie around in the wild. This car was built just a few decades ago and it's almost gone!
Some kind soul brought a can of spray paint to the woods to leave this cultural mark on an old gate. I came to the conclusion it was either a representation of a face or a Dali-esque reproduction of the female anatomy.
Fat Albert's base is just around the corner close to the dump.
I wish flying for humans were as easy as it is for the turkey vultures.
They ride the thermals like they were born to it with no security checks or lines to wait in, no cancellations and no airline food.
I expect we will soon start seeing comments in the anonymous Citizen's Voice about all those birds hanging around in the sky.
It was no big thing being out in the woods.
But it was another great walk under the sun.
The highway gets clogged in winter and cold fronts are a pain but days like this make up for the bad stuff.
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