Down on Earth one might image it to be so hot the asphalt melts tires, but I think these marks are simply the sign of youthful boredom and rebellion. I am told by Conchs with whom I work that many youngsters find growing up in the Keys to be restrictive.
Funny that these deserted open spaces restrict the lives of the youngsters. I cam empathize as I spent a lo of my childhood in the country and I always craved the excitement of the city, not really appreciating my freedom to roam the hills of Central Italy.
One rarely appreciates what one has,mules one is a dog who has found happiness in daily variety and lots of walks in constantly changing locations.
Cheyenne thought not very much of this dull end of North Ramrod Key and stopped and looked at me and declined to continent walk. As soon as I stopped in response to her mute plea she turned around and stumped right back to the parked car.
I had to drive her to her latest favorite spot and there she walked quite happily round the block. My dog is very particular.
It was hot out there.
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