Tuesday, April 19, 2016

West Summerland Key

This parking area was closed for some considerable time as construction crews worked on infrastructure here. Recently re-opened it's become a bon fide park with all sorts of facilities, including fencing and benches, though the trash cans were always here.
I tried to take a panoramic shot from the furthest corner, to mixed success. The trail on the right is actually a continuation of the trail on the left and not a right-angled turn...
Rusty has become a lot more self confident on his walks. He spends  less time looking over his shoulder for predators and more time sniffing and enjoying his walks like a dog born to it, not a stray adapting to a settled life of security and love.
 It was hot out but Rusty wasn't too bothered.
The new walkway has replaced the rather sketchy trail I used to walk through the bushes and I suppose that's a good thing. It's  a pity though as, rather selfishly,I liked it more when no one knew it was open through here. Now we have an elevated foot freeway:
 With not much shade.
This island used to be called West Summerland Key which was a strange name as it is far east of Summerland Key. However there are a couple of scout camps on the island so they changed the name to Scout Key, which may be worthy but is very boring compared to the impenentrable riddle of it's original name. So I use the original name and rejoice in the fact that one of the Scout camps is called "Camp Wesumekee" ironically named for West Summerland Key which no longer exists!

Camp Wesumkee is an 11 acre oceanfront camp on Girl Scout Council owned property. It is a beautiful camp on the Atlantic Ocean for experienced campers and offers snorkeling, tidal pool observations, swimming (you must provide your own lifeguard), nature and marine study.
 And quite scenic views:
They've even gone to the length of protecting us from ourselves with heavy duty aluminum fencing cemented into the seawall: 
In Cheyenne's day it was rather less secure.  
I don't know that any angler ever fell in. Which was good as climbing out would be hard as the seawall is properly tall:
With Rusty I was rather glad he couldn't fall in even if he wanted to:
 But he got up to his own antics:
I took this picture of Cheyenne walking up the old stony trail to the Highway One parking area:
Now it's all paved like a proper bicycle access parking area, with a lawn even: 
There were people standing at the top of the hill enjoying the view so rather than bust them up I include these picture form previous forays of the old bridge connecting West Summerland Key to Bahia Honda Key. 
The Old Bridge to Bahia Honda State Park is collapsing in bits and pieces by the day:
Of course Cheyenne and I used to come here a lot and I never worried about here falling off the edge.
 
The old honey badger used to stump around here and clearly understood the danger. She chose her time and place to die and here wasn't it, though she looked contemplative back in March 2013.
I miss that dog but Rusty is doing great and I am bonding with him every day. He was perfectly behaved on this walk though I did put him on the leash around people and near steep edges.
A few views of the south side of West Summerland Key. Above the remains of the old water pipe installed in 1942 to supply water to the military first and civilians later:
 Tide was out.
We climbed the bank and took the short cut back to the car across US One. Rusty's speed and obedience made the crossing a piece of cake. 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Countless times in the recent weeks I've read your blog and thought what a lucky dog Rusty is, I'm happy for both of you!

Anonymous said...

I can't imagine a better dog in a better situation.
You have both seemed to have healed.
How great is that!
Happy Trails.