Showing posts with label Bat Tower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bat Tower. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Rusty At The Bat Tower

Rusty came looking for me; it was time for a walk.
We went to the Bat Tower on Sugarloaf Key. Bat Tower History Link
Bat Tower, Perky, Florida
I wonder how much longer it will last, untouched and battered by all weather:

It remains photogenic and largely ignored except by those who know where to find it, near Sugarloaf Lodge.
The old rat guards are almost worn through. Those would be the bits of rusty metal above Rusty's head:
They needed bats to eat mosquitoes in the surrounding swamps which never were developed:

The parachutists from the nearby airstrips land here:
Nowadays the land is all roped off. Very efficient and severe.
My favorite piece of wiggly road in the Lower Keys, a quarter mile of asphalt between the trees on the way to the Bat Tower.
Rusty had fun.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Sugarloaf Bat Tower

This essay originally posted in May 2009 and appears here today courtesy of AT&T's inability to restart Internet service on Ramrod Key, which has been down for a week. I hope normal service will resume shortly. I apologize of course, abjectly for the major corporation's shortcomings.So here's the thing: it's 1929 and you are an unfortunately named land speculator who wants to make a killing in those booms years. You've found a delightfully uninhabited island in the Florida Keys, connected by rail and a rickety roadway to Key West some 13 miles to the south, and you want to develop the hell out of it. There's one problem; it's a mosquito infested swamp.Because you're smart and an innovator you know exactly what the solution is to this pesky problem: bats! That's right, Richter Clyde Perky figured that if he built a bat tower in the middle of Sugarloaf Key the flying mammals would eat up the mosquitoes freeing his land for development and profit.A dude in Texas was selling plans for what he called a Hygiostatic Bat Roost, and Perky built the thing fully expecting bats to love his new home for them. Well, I never figured bats for ungrateful beasts but history says they never took to Dr Campbell's Bat Roost, and no sooner did Perky pop them in their slots than they flew away never to return: It is my habit to bring guests to this tower, which is a somewhat well known landmark among local people who pay attention to this sort of thing. It is one of three surviving Campbell Bat Roosts, and the other two are found in Texas so this pile of wood is actually quite rare. Originally there were fourteen around the world but the others have faded away. So here we have our splendid oddity,gently crumbling in the heat and wet of Florida's climate.I have used the bat tower as a back drop in several of my photos but I decided that perhaps it was time to devote a few pictures to it before the thing crumbles away completely:The tower is of course irresistible to graffiti artists who stop by, as this area is a hang out for youngsters, but of restorers or supporters of this historical structure there are no signs: While I was taking my pictures a walking jogger arrived and made a circuit. We talked momentarily about the tower and it's chances of survival, especially with hurricane season upon us once again. I was glad to be taking the time to snap the pictures. He hobbled off, a martyr to his back problems he said, as I bent back to get some angled pictures of the tower:If you look at a map the bat tower is located in a place some geographers call Perky as though there were a town here, which there isn't. Old man Perky had hoped to be immortalised with a town named after him, but all there are is mosquitoes, a bat tower, a few homes near the airstrip and a bunch of trash:And to top off this slightly bizarre story there is the even more bizarre fact that there are no signs to this monument to optimism and unbridled development. Come to think of it I suppose we should be grateful to the mosquitoes for thwarting Perky's plans for sprawling suburbs around here. Yet you'd think there would be one measly little sign on the Highway marking this well known tower. Not a bit of it.No one in authority seems to care much about the Bat Tower, so if you want to find this sylvan spot turn off Highway One beyond the Sugarloaf Lodge as you drive towards Key West. Turn north at the first roadway past the lodge, at the sign to the airport, which is an airstrip nearby. The Bat Tower is unmarked, unloved and unheralded, noted less even than a 2700 foot landing strip of no great account. Typical of the Florida Keys.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Vignettes IV

The Bat Tower.

There is more to the Keys than many might surmise from a quick run down the island chain. I've covered many miles it turns out, to find them. It happened that the wife and I were out at a benefit event on Sugarloaf Key and after we had paid our benefits and eaten our (hot) dogs we wondered if it was time to end the happy afternoon. But no! I was among those present and with my inexhaustible desire for adventure and obscure knowledge I stunned Scott by the simple expedient of asking him if he had ever seen the Bat Tower.
"Why no!" he replied, agog.
The bat tower was built nearly a century ago by a land developer who hoped to make a fortune turning the wilds of Sugarloaf Key into tract homes. The Mosquito Control Board hadn't yet been invented so he turned to Nature to give him a hand. however the bats, famously voracious mosquito snackers, did not much fancy the home he built for them, from plans sent from Up North. The bats left, the humans never came. This is their monument. (Hint: Near the Sugarload Airstrip). I promised Scott and Heather a return trip some day, to see the Giant Sugarloaf Mansion (Not near the Airstrip).


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Volunteer Life Savers.


It remains true that most homes in the Keys are protected from fire by volunteers, a fact that does not appear to surprise anyone who owns a home down the Keys. The City of Key West has a paid fire department and has had for decades, which is not surprising as the city is packed with tightly packed wooden homes that burn like packed wooden torches.
People whose homes catch fire on say, Big Pine Key, need to hope their firefighters are close to their phones and are not far from the fire station while their homes burn. It seems terribly old fashioned to me, but I'm probably the only home owner within hundreds, perhaps thousands, of miles who wouldn't be too offended to pay a tax to hire full time firefighters. An ounce of prevention...

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High Speed Weed Whacker.


I've seen this combination around town for several years, which means business, in a notoriously fickle corporate environment, must be good for this high speed entrepreneur in Key West. It's hard, impossible really, to find reliable tradesmen in the Keys so if your gardener shows up driving a Formula One you don't dare raise an eyebrow. Just be happy he's there. Unhappily he only has room for one helper in his Corvette, but they must spend very little time traveling between jobs.


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$3:60/Gallon.


I am grateful that more people don't use Shell gasoline cards and thus leave the pumps free for me to take my gas and my discount. I enjoy getting the Shell 5% rebate at the pumps and now that premium has hit all time highs, five percent is starting to equal real money, even riding a 43mpg Bonneville. People bitch at the cost of gas but apparently prices have yet to get high enough to force changes in the way we do things, not least grab a small discount where available. The cost of gas in the Keys is high by Florida standards, $3:40 for regular, and today I filled my tank with 3 1/2 US gallons of premium for $12. It wasn't so long ago that $8 would have been an ample sufficency. I don't ride to increase my mileage(I'd still be using the 70mpg Vespa 250), but I'm glad I take my traveling pleasure on a motorbike, and don't require a 15mpg SUV to make me whole. Even among these restricted highways and the few byways I have run up 3600miles since the Bonneville came home with me in mid October. Thats a few gallons under the bridge.