The dawn is coming up later and later and I like it. After six in the morning and it still looks like night.
Seen from afar the approaching cruise ship looks romantic with its three thousand happy passengers eagerly anticipating the delights of Key West...
Another camper alone in a parking lot that come January will be filled with license plates from every northern state and many from Québec.
The cruise ship was moving silently across the horizon. That's the channel the powers-that-be want to dredge to accommodate ships twice as big as the one you can see here.
The county has the right signs out up and an off duty deputy frequently patrols the beach area during the day but it's an uphill struggle in a town devoted to the worship of public drinking. Some people are bothered by the bums but they never hassle me. Perhaps it's my mean beard or my fierce dog or my attitude that I really don't give a toss. I don't know but I am left alone to walk my dog and take pictures, just how I like it.
Recycling bins have finally appeared. Filled with trash, food scraps, styrofoam and one well used diaper, the concept of recycling is a long way away from these delicate islands perched in a failing ecosystem.
And then when it gets cool in winter the dry season begins. Perfect.