Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Cheyenne Snoring

I got up and found my dog passed out. I could spend hours watching her sleep.

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Jolly Roger Pirate Homes

I suppose my obsession with denying the rumor that pirates ever lived in the Keys is getting a bit...obsessive.

The jolly old pirate myth animates the souls of suburbanites who need glamor and a touch of terror to lend color to their couched lives.

Pirates were outcasts and they were also democrats. Yup, they voted their captains into office and threw them out if they failed to bring in enough loot. They were also socialists as they shared their money among all members of the crew. Think about that.

Besides which pirates needed secure harbors with water for their drinking casks, straight strong wood to repair their ships and a town to recreate in. Old Providence off Nicaragua was a base that covered the sailing routes out of the Panama silver route.

Port Royal in Jamaica covered similar bases until the British kicked them out.

New Providence in the Bahamas also worked after Old Providence was made untenable by angry merchants and governments. Key West was in the wrong place measured by currents and winds to intercept Spanish galleons. Plus the was no town before 1820 and no natural water or wood or any other supplies. Why then would pirates be in Key West?

That reasoning doesn't stop developers naming subdivisions like this one on Little Torch Key from give giving the place a piratical twist.

Lots of shuttered homes for the summer, because the pirates are all Up North giving their grandkids piggy back rides.

They're missing the best time of year in the Keys.

Which is nice for Cheyenne and I as we can walk in peace.

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Monday, July 30, 2012

A Quiet Sunday Morning

It was my weekend off and of course the skies were black and threatening and I had an anxious dog to walk. Not everyone was stressed by the weather.

Some birds weren't even stressed by passing speed boats.

Cheyenne and I watched the activity from a Flagler Bridge converted into a fishing pier.

We decided it wasn't worth stressing about the crappy weather.

Then we saw a bunch of people out paddling.

I'm not sure if they were being piratical or imitating pacific South Pacific paddlers.

I found a forgotten artifact from an alien culture. It was covered in blood and fish scales so I thought it might have been a cannibal implement.

I liberated and took it home to use as a pruning knife. Vegetarians rule.

I wondered I'd they were having marriages on the boat Joan above. The two birds below seemed to have gotten spliced already.

Cheyenne was hunting which I thought was unsporting on a Sunday, but she ignored my qualms.

Look at those clouds, the promise of rain.

Sure enough it drizzled a little bit but...

... We were snug back in the car when it rained. Yet again. Home to tea and Netflix and not answering my phone. If anyone at work had a hangover I wasn't up for any overtime.

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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Cheyenne At Home

I sit on the couch sometimes. Sometime I just sit and other times I sit and think. Occasionally I sit and type while thinking and on those occasions I might have a camera alongside. And if my Labrador happens to be lounging around within sight, as is usually the case, then I take a picture.

She has a bed but in summer when it's hot she often prefers the wooden floor.

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Big Torch Key

I was wondering what to do with myself, looking for excitement and adventure. So I went back to Big Torch Key.

However I wanted more and in the land of not much...land my choices were limited. I went out into the wilderness which isn't so wild when you consider the county mows the verges.

The osprey nest hovering over Dorn Road has grown bigger over the past year.

The right angled corners over the course of Dorn Road's eight miles are still there and well signposted.

Speed limits are rather restrictive especially when you consider this place is an excellent spot to bring your motorcycle and GPS to do some quick speed tests.

You may notice in the picture above that there are no electrical wires and that's because there are a cole of homes beyond the reach of the grid. No Name Key is getting electricity but Dorn Road's northern tip isn't. The residents aren't especially friendly.

Mind you, I'd be even less friendly if I had to live in a mud pit miles from anywhere with no amenities.

Finally the epic long distance ride came to a conclusion eight miles from Highway One. The red diamonds mark the end of all side roads in the Keys.

A water glimpse across the mangroves.

My companion poked around a bit but gave up trying to find anything of interest.

Mostly out here you will see nothing much. A few isolated houses, lots of mangroves and some water, on the ground and in the air. Check it out.

This experience may not last much longer. The road is crumbling in places.

The heaves are getting more pronounced and I doubt there is any public money to fix this remoteness.

Taking a speed test here without checking the road ahead would be decided incautious.

A four wheel drive will soon be needed.

I wonder if these people tucked away in their art studios in the bushes have prepared for road deterioration?

There is a community of homes close to highway one, stilt homes all clustered together like a laager against the darkness of the wilderness around them.

It's just another Keys subdivision.

And of curse a Conch Republic flag. Everyone wants to belong.

It was raining on Big Pine.

The Niles Channel Bridge was clearly visible.

A house buried in mosquito country:

The fabulous Florida Keys:

Interrupted by a few homes along the way.


And a Spanish Castillo burdened with a flappy blue awning.

See? There's lots to see among the mangroves.

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