In my continuing effort to hit all our old favorite haunts, the ones I can reach by rolling walker I made a point to haul Rusty to the Old Bahia Honda Bridge.
Which it turns out is about 45 minutes from my current home in Key West. It takes a certain commitment to drive this far for Rusty, especially as Layne has brought him here on her way to work.
The bridge is continuing to crumble and It's a shame. Inevitable but it would make a superb bike path right into the state park at the other end.
There is a filter setting I'm coming to terms with on my big camera called "Old Days" and I like the effect:
So I played with it for a bit.
The new bridge isn't picturesque but it does the job.
Rusty trotted out and back but I could only get so far on the gravel. We called it a day.
And stopped at a launch ramp on the way back. It's another of those free access to the water ramps scattered up and down the Keys.