There was a little rain in the air as Cheyenne and I braved wind and mosquitoes to check out the state of play on the water on the north shore of Cudjoe Key.
Blimp Road connects to Highway One three miles to the south, a straight shot past the dump and a quarry that seems to have been brought back into use.
The blimp known as Fat Albert was tethered down to ride out the weather at the secure base .
If any Cubans were made enough to cross the Straits of Florida in this weather Fat Albert wasn't in a position to notice them.
Cheyenne likes being outdoors to watch the world go by, even if there isn't a whole lot of world to be seen.
I was getting bitten to death so I retreated to the car.
Eventually she joined me and we went home.She shys away if I offer to carry her her 110 pounds up the stairs unless she is worn out. She prefers to take a run at the bottom stairs and patiently thump her way up, one at a time. I am very fond of my cherished old dog, found at the pound six years ago this month.