Thursday, September 22, 2011

Deer In The Headlights

Riders Up North speak with fear and dread of deer in the roadway, and with good cause. Motorcyclists die all too often thanks to impetuous deer jumping into the roadway. It's worth remembering it can happen in the Keys too.

One tries to be aware not least because people enjoy cycling around here too, and being shitty to cyclists just isn't cool. Even if they aren't as smart as this one, and use the bicycle path.

Key deer are a small version of common-or-garden white tailed deer that have adapted to the environment of these small rocky islands. They seem to be doing well as they are swimming to neighboring islands and settling on them outside the refuge on Big Pine Key.

And they aren't always easy to see, please note.

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Bryce's Big Bang Theory

I am not a big fan of guns. That does not I hope, make me a sensitive new age guy. All due honor to Christine Lavin.

But when I passed the field cannon in of the FW post on North Roosevelt for the nth time I decided this was the evening at last that I would take the picture.

So I did. Let me be honest, this picture was inspired by the ADVrider website which has a picture thread dedicated to motorcycles and weapons of war.

I like to put Key West on the Web whenever I can. I love my home town; what can I say?

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The red and blue lights were visible from a long way away, as they are supposed to. At first I figured it was just a traffic stop, then as I saw traffic slowing and backing up I thought perhaps it was a wreck. The Monroe County Sheriff's Deputy was busy doing traffic control which supported my theory of an accident.

Accidents on Highway One are a pain for everyone on the road, especially if they involve death or a serious injury. The road can be closed for hours and it's one of those facts of life that cannot be allowed to ruin your day if you live in the Keys. But this was what? Not a wreck, for sure.

I have no idea what they were pumping out of the middle of the causeway. It wasn't sewage as we shit into septic tanks which leach through limestone (no, really!) into the ocean and kill off the coral. I'm not fibbing, and now they want to charge us seven thousand bucks per lot to create a sensible sewer system as we sink into the Great Depression of the 21st century. Timing is everything!

Anyway whatever they were pumping out of the middle of the road it wasn't sewage. Perhaps there was a problem with the main water line. We will probably never know...

It was the northbound traffic's day to take it on the chin. We were through almost without stopping but those headed toward Big Pine got stuck in quite a line.

And that is the worst of riding a bike. Getting stuck in a traffic jam is a pain, no air conditioning no comfortable seat to sprawl in and wait! Stuck in a line of cars. It sucks to be them.

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Rainy Sunny Day

My wife had long since gone to work, I was drinking my tea and wondering how long I could delay moving myself and taking Cheyenne for her morning walk. Nature intervened and a massive sudden downpour hit the house with a gust of wind and no other warning.

Cheyenne dropped back and laid down in sight of the sliding door, watching the rain spatter the porch. I knew that if we got in the car we could find sunshine either west toward Summerland or east toward Big Pine but if Cheyenne was content to wait out the rain I figured I could too.

It passed soon enough leaving puddles and shiny wet foliage.

The sun was magnificent, abetted by a cooling southeast breeze it felt like the world was reborn.

I couldn't help but notice how the sun on the water and the sun on the wet asphalt had a similar silvery effect...

I don't think Cheyenne cared one way or another, as she was ready to dive into the mangroves to find what she could find.

My Labrador gets very busy following her nose, coming and going while ignoring me altogether.

I amused myself looking around finding debris abandoned years ago in the woods. How a truck axle found it's way here and got left behind...

I got the South Pacific vibe looking at this wooden house framed by bendy palms. The occupant was not at all happy to see my dog and I appearing on the little used trail.

I have her a cheery good morning which she could not ignore before disappearing into her hermit's hut. A good woman no doubt, as indifferent to strangers as am I.

Cheyenne stayed busy.

I simply

Stood and took

Random pictures

For my pleasure.

I was enjoying the puffy summer clouds, the strange holes in the oolite rocks; it was a pleasant stroll after the summer rains.

It was a great break in a busy day, a day filled with housework and chores and things that needed to get done, on my single night off work this week.

I used to hate the rains when the presaged the cold short days of winter. But when they mark the long hot days of summer I know I will miss them starting in six weeks when winter kicks in, snowbirds descend and the Keys get busy.

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