I went to Schooner Wharf. I was at a loose end and wasn't ready to ride home so I thought: how about a drink in the last little piece of old Key West.
I like this picture of the musician so near and dear to the hearts of patrons of Schooner Wharf. Feel free of course to use it. His music was okay but I wanted to see the view so I climbed the stairs to the deck overlooking Key West Bight. Okay so the crowds below freaked me out but this was lovely.
The big gray lump is GarytheTourist's home from home, the Galleon Resort, whence one presumably enjoys a similar view across the open water as well. Schooner Wharf's beer selection is a bit behind the times frankly. The best of the draughts was Samuel Adams and the best of the bottled was Red Stripe which is frankly inadequate in the age of craft brewing.
People watching was okay if you enjoy watching people crane their necks looking for fish swimming.
They do a lot of this sort of thing.
The helicopter flying over the power boat races was noisy. But so were the boats, so I guess they were even.
It was a pretty afternoon on top of the bar, made bright by Haiti's flag on the left and Cuba's on the right.
Lots of big boats cruised through the harbor for a while. The racers have inboard engines, the local boat had outboards.
These strange vessels draw aficionados to sit and stare. I guess I look as weirdly absorbed whe presented witna. Parade of interesting motorcycles, of all things. I just got to look at a friend's collection of pictures of an exotic car show Up North. Internal combustion rules.
But then reality intervenes and we are reminded that we live In a cool little resort town with lots of water sports possibilities even though I think the waters are too cold for swimming in November. I like watching the oat loads of eager tourists going out on these beautiful waters. I have had a crappy year for bowing this past summer but I will be here next summer, if I'm spared, and 2013 will be my year to go boating, perhaps.
The deck started to fill up and felt like a proper bar so I thought perhaps it was time to beat a retreat, before the pigeons let loose.
They do love their bar, don't they?
Key West sunshine, live music and swirling crowds of people lubricated with beer and animated conversation.
Schooner Wharf, a last little piece of old Key West, since 1987.