A cyclist came by pedaling with determination and noticing us sitting in the dirt.
Missing the native fauna who popped out when she went by.
We sat by the side of the road and watched the locals at work and play.
The No Name locals continued on about their business.
Unmolested by my fearsome attack Lab. "Kill! " I order Cheyenne when idiots ask if my dog is 'dangerous.'
"I'm training the world's first attack Lab," I tell them. "Kill!" and no one seems to get the joke. The little Key Deer seem to.
Hitting one with a motorcycle would not be good but they are cute to look at.
One wonders what a diet of gravel does for them but they seem to enjoy it on their Saturday morning off work.
The Key deers' job is to stand around looking cute for tourists but at this early hour they get a meal break to brace for the onslaught later in the day.
The experimental power poles are still there waiting for wires as the debate continues over who and how and when and if grid electricity will be brought to the island.
The bridge connecting No Name to Big Pine Key is getting some cement work done to the parapet.
Salt air plays havoc with the rebar in cement over the years.
But the essential pastime of bridge fishing continues as always. It's the essence of what people do on No Name Key. Stand around and wait for something to happen. Just how they are coping with the imminent "threat" of mainland electricity.
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