Monday, August 16, 2021

Overlooking The Airport

Rusty is a dog who knows his own mind and he knows tis part of the Little Hamaca City Park does not interest him. Boo hiss, because I like to wander around here at the very end of the road.
Rusty wasn't with me on this lunch break so I decided to wander where he doesn't like to go. Good job I did too as I haven't been here in a while and probably won't again for a long while.
This area of Little Hamaca was transformed into an industrial landscape by the placement of Hawk Missile Batteries during the Cuban Missile Crisis. After that fiasco blew over the missiles left and the battery sites were abandoned to revert very slowly to nature. Below we see the Salt Pond condos at the eastern end of Key West:
One of the things they left behind were these tall piles of rock and gravel which were designed to limit damage in the event the Russians or Cubans landed their own missile here to blow up the Hawk missiles. These berms would have limited the blast and thus the effectiveness of an attack.
In the flatlands of the Keys these protective walls give an ardent photographer  a leg up on the surrounding scenery. It's not often you can climb a dozen feet in the air in the Keys and look around at the flatlands.  Above you can see the remains of Bravo Hawk Missile Battery.
The berms give a view across the salt ponds between Little Hamaca and the airport. The waters are very very thin but kayaks and paddle boards can wander pretty much at will as long as they fon't get too close to the airport.
Time is passing and the shrubs out here are inexorably starting to cover the path that has formed on top of the berms. Seagrapes provide food for birds and the Australian pines  provide shade.
I was quite surprised how many planes were coming and going from the airport on the other side of the pond:
A lot of engines revving and taxiing going on.
The city used to have a paintball field here but that rather fun use of the open space ended and now there's nothing much here except odd piles of discarded dirt and some grass.
There's that nice view of the airport.
And in the far distance the surreal vision of a control tower wrecked in Hurricane Irma in 2017 and never rebuilt. There is a "temporary" control tower in a trailer on Government Road that appears to my jaundiced eye to be rather permanent.
And the planes they come and go. 
For me the fact that the paintball field has gone is good but I don't see this as the best possible use of the place. I wish Rusty would come out here and give me time to scramble up the berms and wander around aimlessly.
I ran out of time waiting for the damned plane to take off picturesquely through the trees so I barely caught it as it lifted up into the sky veering north toward Atlanta (maybe). 
I had a made scramble to get back to work on time. Much slower than an airplane.