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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