Thursday, October 27, 2011

Derelict Boaters

The sacred right of people on boats to do as they please in Florida waters is a going to be curtailed, if a new pilot program works out.



The sanctuary advisory committee got a presentation of the proposals Tuesday at the Cultural Center at Ocean Reef, about as far North as you can go and still be in the Keys. The audience was out-attended by about 48 professionals to one member of the public (moi). The three dozen committee members sat around the central table while staff and reporters typed busily on laptops in the outer orbit of the vast chamber.



The County Marine Resources Director, Rich Jones, last survivor standing of a department that got decimated in a recent "restructuring" made the presentation. He said the state wants to regulate non live aboard vessels and is asking the Fish and Wildlife Commission (the former Marine Patrol) to do it. When asked why the program isn't going to be county wide Jones looked nonplussed for a moment noting it's hard to enact a whole bunch of new regulations when there's only one person to do it. So for now it will be tested in three Monroe County locations as well as two east coast and two west coast anchorages around Florida.



The idea apparently is to encourage responsible boaters, per state definition, and not allow irresponsible boaters to anchor out, thus to discourage spreading sewage and dumping of wrecked craft in coastal waters. It sounds easy enough, if expensive, but the devil is always in the details of lawmaking.
The state wants the trial program underway by next year and evaluated by 2014 but some of the simpler tasks seem elusive.



So to start with: every single boat in the three proposed anchorages has been checked and photographed and classified as liveaboard, transient or stored. That was amazing to consider how much work went into the study.



Boca Chica Basin has been discovered by people seeking cheap accommodations as a secure anchorage not too far from Key West and the population in the anchorage is stable around 85 boats with very few transient visitors. The pilot program is extremely keen to regulate Boca Chica and it's hovelcraft. Boot Key in Marathon is another area under consideration through the pilot program, as is one Upper Key anchorage of which I am not familiar.



The old white men, most with beards oddly enough, (so I fit right in,) listened with rapt attention to the fast paced and very informative presentation. Jones did an excellent job.



Everything has been mapped and classified and photographed in the anchorages however some definitions got stuck. "Floating structures" currently are unregulated and don't have to carry state registration stickers. That caused an outburst from the head of the Sanctuary who went on and on about his blood being made to boil by scum who don't pay taxes.



Happily he was put in his place by a mild mannered (bearded) respondent who noted the tax evading scum do pay certain taxes and do the grunt work in the Keys and couldn't afford to live here were it not for boats. A point of view that I was surprised to see informed much of the debate that excluded the reactionary walrus.



A platform with a leaf roof would be illegal unless it were properly anchored with legal ground tackle. However many of these hovelcraft are anchored on illegal débris, cement filled engine blocks frequently. The county spent far too much money removing these abandoned boats last year: more they said than the widely quoted $273,000.



The broad outline is this: in future boats will most have to pass Auxiliary Coastguard inspections and wear a sticker. These voluntary programs have been in effect for years and are very basic, simple and easy to implement, and it's not hard to get a boat in compliance with lights and safety gear. Then a pump out service will be provided to suck sewage out of the boats' tanks for a reasonable cost, around $5 a visit maybe. That will yield another sticker. Those stickers and use of proper anchors will allow boats to live in these pilot program anchorages. Obviously the idea is to spread these requirements all round Florida. At this level they seem non intrusive, sensible and environmentally desirable. If the head of the sanctuary gets his way they will be used to eliminate tax evading scum...and therein lies the danger.



It really doesn't seem that arduous to me but change comes hard and there has been lots of yelling and moaning from people who think shitting in the water is defensible. Of course it is for those of us who live in homes with septic tanks until they finally get sewers installed the length of the Keys. That may be postponed till 2020 in the hope that public funding will come available. And we know that ship has long since sailed...



The 45 minute talk was rational and as clear as possible in light of the lack of definitions so far.



And clearly these rules are just a start. Unfortunately we are returning to a 20th century atmosphere where demonizing those who are different is once again fashionable and the attendees were obviously aware of the dangers. A lot of middle class white people started their lives in the Keys by living aboard and those that had made themselves known at the meeting prefacing their remarks by saying "I lived aboard..."



The FWC is also starting a new program checking boats to see if they are 'at risk' of becoming derelicts. All these changes are going to alter the freewheeling nature of living on a boat.



I spent more than a decade living on a boat in marinas and at anchor. I met a lot of people who said they had a God given right to do as they wish. In the future they are going to have to move to somewhere pretty remote to live like that and I don't think may of these so called sailors have the knowledge or the skill or the boats to cross the Gulf Stream in search of the fountain of freedom to anchor and pollute. They'd better learn how to pass a safety inspection if they plan to stay in Florida, land of unregulated development and pill mills and plastic surgery. And soon, very regulated anchoring.



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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Lula Mae's Operation

Lula Mae is a klutz and she messed up her other hind leg. Carol asked me to stop by on my way up the Keys to see if I could cheer her up, so I'd did, and she needed it.


She was still pretty stoned on the pain killers and feeling rather sorry for herself so I gave her a going over with my hands which seems to calm her down a bit, and she ate some chicken and rice that I hand fed her.


Lula Mae started out life as a junkyard dog and she has never managed to get socialized since then. She does fine with humans but she hates other dogs which makes it difficult for me to hang out with her unless Cheyenne is safe at home.


I had to wait in the front office when I arrived at the Marathon
Veterinary Hospital, the vet was operating on a couple of snakes they said. I wished him well hoping they were going to be converted into steaks but I don't think that was the plan. It must be a very odd life, that of a vet.



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Cayman Canal

The boys introduced me to a new angle on dog walking on Sugarloaf Key. Off Sugarloaf Boulevard Cayman Drive heads east.


Actually Cayman is misspelled "Caymen" on the map; at least I'm pretty sure that's a misspelling.


It was a hazy day in the mangroves.


Cheyenne was enjoying a new and different trail.


We speculated for a while about the origin of the canal that cuts straight across Sugarloaf Key. Wayne says he read that it was built to flush Sugarloaf Sound.


The current can be fierce in the canal, as a lot of water seems to move through with the tides, which supports the idea that it was built for that purpose.


The other side of the canal is where the loop road runs through the mangroves, and all this activity in these mangroves seems to have been built by a government in a happier era when for public works was available.


Wayne also noted how mangroves manage to get a toe hold in the living rock.








We spent a few happy minutes spotting fish which Wayne and Chuck could name much to their delight. "There goes Fred!" they said. "Tom's over there..." actually they said nothing of the sort pointing out wrasses and sergeant majors and similar stuff.


It was a great day to be out.


She found a cool spot in the shade and contemplated her mortality.


We will have to come back later this winter when it gets really cold and Cheyenne's stamina increases in proportion.



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Hermit Crab

I was pulling over to let Cheyenne out for the start of her afternoon walk when I was forced to slam on the brakes (honest, officer!). The long black trench in the background is where my front tire stopped suddenly and locked up in the mud.


The reason I had to make an emergency stop was because I spotted this shell in the road, and I slammed on the brakes when I saw it move. It was alive!


I pocked it up to move it to safety but I had to have a look. It's not often you get to see a hermit crab in a shell this big.


It's unusual but not unheard of. As the crabs go they have to find larger and larger shells which can get tricky. I have heard of hermits that have been found to be using discarded glass jars.


He popped outa moment to check me out. We looked at each other and I decided to torture had to end.


I had spared his life but it was time for him to be on his lonely way.


Cheyenne had long since wandered off and was sitting up the road wondering what the bloody hell I was doing?


It was walk time!


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Snake Creek

I was in the Upper Keys and I wanted to pause and stretch out a rather pleasant ride.


The road was empty, not least because I was paralleling Highway One on County Road 905, and I was sick of anxious drivers cutting me off in their lemming rush to Fantasy Fest parties.


Snake Creek seemed the right place to unwind.


A serene Coastguard station, calm waters and...bugger. People!


One can't blame them for being out fishing but I had hoped for peace and quiet. No luck.


Even the cormorant was taking a break.


There is a new boat rack on the west side of the opening Snake Creek bridge. As you came over the bridge, before the boat parking was built, the was an open view south across the water.


Not anymore.


Pretty soon the gravel track to the parking area under the bridge will be paved and so on and so forth. Progress can't be stopped.


But my Bonneville won't change much I hope.


The ride up the Keys was the longest ride I've taken in a single day since I returned from Italy. It was fun and Cheyenne was glad to see me when I got home. Especially as I agreed to walk her.



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Grinnell Street At Seminary

I wonder how many times I have ridden past this amazing pile without really noticing it?


One could live with a few less aerial wires around town.


And more mysterious flowering bushes.


Whimsical seating arrangement.


Cheyenne was busy under the banyan tree.


This is the back of the Glynn Archer school which Mayor Cates is determined to turn into a new City Hall. There is lots of parking in back.


And pretty houses near by.


Buttonwood tree.


Something else.


I am, as I insist, no botanist.


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