This used to be the sort-of paved road down to the lower "parking lot" where I would leave the car under the remains of the tree in the middle of the picture.
In the good old days people used to camp there, not exactly legally but usually left in peace. It was so lush and green even in winter after the rainy season.
The coconut palm, background to many a picture got blown away.

I used to emnjoy sitting in the shade of a gumbo limbo down there:
I loved this place as it gave me a high view over the water. The waterfront edge has crumbled on line right in front of the old pump station.
IN the old days it looked like this, aiming back at where I parked my car:Cheyenne used to like plodding around here too:

It was finished like this a year or two ago and though formal was quite pleasant:
I have a feeling someone will come along with fencing and close the whole area off and I shall be doubly sad.
Nothing lush lleft:

The old pump house built to push water through the pipe built in 1942 to supply the military base in Key West on a war time footing:
As was with the old pipe exposed:
Cheyenne inspecting what had become a public toilet:
Three weeks ago looked like this:
Rusty paid no attention to my lamentation. He is not a sentimental dog apparently:
Cheyenne resting in the shade of vanished bushes:

HGis happiness to be on a walk at home cheered me up:
How long will it be till we see this again?