Summer Keys

A few pictures to alleviate the global warming stress or whatever ails you...

 Beware of a dog, either inside or outside...

 The ever entrancing Key West roof line...

 Seen around town for quite a few months, a Vespa 300 registered in France. Hmm...

 The State of Florida has finally moved the traffic lights at the Triangle to where they can be seen...

 The always lovely Seven Mile Bridge...

Hot July

From the inestimable Miami blog this story of catastrophe not noticed mostly... LINK HERE. I have no idea what to do faced with this sort of catastrophic news but one feels an obligation to say something especially when climate change appears to have fallen out of favor with the headline writers. If you have children pay close attention I would say.

EYE ON MIAMI

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Warmest Month In Human History Edition: Why Non-Linear Change Is Your Future ... by gimleteye

For decades, the GOP denied climate change. The party of Donald Trump made non-linear change your future. This is ugly stuff. In November, vote. When you do vote, remember which political party's candidates are to blame and vote accordingly.

August 16, 2016 

Today in Weather & Climate: Warmest month in human history edition (Tuesday, August 16th) 

by sciencebyericholthaus

Hey all,

Days like this are tough for me, I'm not going to lie. A fresh batch of climate data was released, and it looks like last month continued the current streak of 15 consecutive monthly global temperature records. On Twitter, NASA GISS director Gavin Schmidt went a step further and said "July 2016 was absolutely the hottest month since the instrumental records began." (July is usually Earth's warmest month because most of the land is in the northern hemisphere, and land heats up more than ocean does in the summer.)

We know that July 2016 was the warmest month since we've been watching with carefully calibrated thermometers, but it's also quite likely the warmest month in the history of human civilization, dating back at least 10,000 years. Pyramids, agriculture, cities, Beyonce, all of it.

We are risking everything by continuing on this path. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise. We can't have a stable and prosperous global society without the basics of water, food, health, and stability. Climate change risks all of these, as well as the ecosystems and other species that makes living on a planet so wonderful.

We're past the point of planting a symbolic tree in your backyard or signing a petition. In an interview the other day, a scientist spoke of her remaining hope as rooted in the possibility of "nonlinear success" when so many are worrying about nonlinear collapse and failure—which leads to despair. Some of my journalist colleagues have faulted me for saying things like this, but we live in a time of blunt language. Our generation risks profound change if the climate models are right, and they have been so far. What are you waiting for to make as much noise as you can about this? What's it going to take?

Thanks for reading,
Eric

Curry Hammock State Park, Marathon

From March 2008,  six  full years ago on this very same blog:

It is said that when Spanish explorers found South Florida Indians living in the mess that they considered the Everglades to be, they asked their hosts, with some perplexity, where they slept. After all, the Spaniards, overdressed in rusting armor could not conceive of people living out their lives in the river of grass, as damp and leaky as it was then, and continues to be to a lesser degree, today. The Indians pointed to clumps of trees and said they slept in the hammocks, and the Spaniards who managed to cock up the meaning of just about everything they came across in their meanderings, thought the Indians were talking about the creepers they stretched between the trees to sleep in, hence the modern use of the word hammock to describe the contraption we use while on vacation to rest in. In fact the Indians were describing the small clumps of dry land which rose a few feet above the river of grass and allowed relatively spacious hardwood trees to grow and provide shelter for the Indians to live in. Thus it is in South Florida that hammocks are places where trees grow (and where for all I know tourists could also be slinging hammocks). And at Curry Hammock State Park one can wander a trail right through something resembling the original meaning of the word hammock.And we even found ourselves a meadow, though appearances can be deceptive.This meadow was covered in stout crab grass, not the lush soft grasses found in more temperate climes.

By some miracle of timing my wife and I both had a day off together and we had no chores to do. So it was only appropriate that we cast off our cares and take to the road, not, I am sorry to say on the Bonneville, but in the eminently more civilized convertible, which my wife converts all the time except when it's parked.

The state park isn't large where it sits on Little Crawl Key, (a name to conjure with) and offers visitors lots of access to the calm waters of the Straits of Florida, on the south side of the island chain. Apparently small children are encouraged to be off their leashes, discriminatory perhaps but rules is rules.

Curry Hammock lies at Mile Marker 56, technically within the city limits of the relatively new city of Marathon, which is no place much to write home about as it is a wide spot in Highway One about 12 miles long, and the second largest city in the Florida Keys. However it does contain more than one thing worth seeing and Curry hammock is one of those. The helpful information board near the sparkling clean, environmentally low flush restrooms, offers a list of the top ten things to do at the park, and I was glad to see "nothing" was rated number one. A piece of advice more than one visitor acted upon, vigorously:

Including the lucky few who filled the park's 28 camping spots next to the day use area:

The weather continues windy as we prepare for another cold front later this week and this state of affairs favored number 9 on the park's lists of activities: kite boarding.

This is a strenuous pastime and doesn't allow for much time to read apparently.There were several brightly colored kites buzzing dementedly back and forth along the waterfront.They were controlled by some very determined men in wetsuits who spun across the horizon doing pirouettes while the older, more sedate visitors stumped around onshore providing a serene foreground for the waterborne madness.And from time to time they would pop up like jackrabbits out of the water and change their direction of travel as though pursued by a farmer with a shotgun.

I thought the kite boarding was an excellent sport, silent, non invasive, non polluting though probably ruinous for their backs when they get to middle age. There were also a few people interested in the more traditional sports associated with Florida Parks. Pastime number five for instance, on the park list:

And though best friends are welcome, on leashes, they aren't allowed on the modest sized beaches, thanks to owners' habits of not picking up, if you follow my drift and leaving unwelcome surprises for bare feet in the sands that mask all defecation:

And thus, tour completed, sunshine enjoyed, water drunk, back to the main road of life, our life in the Keys.

Ride To Die

I'm not sure why this article from The Scotsman Newspaper struck a chord because non riders moaning about people who ride motorcycles are two a penny. It is worth reading, to me, because of the author's total lack of comprehension where he notes most accidents occur in summer. Amazing! And the oddly modest statistic of  31 deaths in one whole year causes panic in the breast of this tired old man, "This is a scandalous toll that surely merits more attention than is given." I doubt it. I'm too old to ride a sport bike too fast on narrow winding roads but I wonder what the author ever did for youthful thrills. Pruned his petunias perhaps and worried about paper cuts. I hope I never grow so old I tut tut in exasperation at the next generation. 

Bike thrills that lead to deadly spills

Read more at: The Scotsman Newspaper



Motorcyclists are significantly more likely than car passengers to be killed if they are involved in an accident. Picture: Getty Images/iStockphoto



Another death prompts Bill Jamieson to ask why motorcyclists are so attracted to the most dangerous of roads.

My roadside house in Lochearnhead is right on the A85. Around lunchtime on Saturday I noticed a group of motor cyclists chatting on the other side of the road before heading off eastwards to St Fillans and Comrie. The bikers love this lochside road. Its sun-dappled twists and turns offer some of the most beautiful views in Scotland. 

But it’s the twists and turns the bikers like. As the bends straighten out the road offers enticing brief bursts of speed – enticing, and all too often, fatal. Through the trees you can see the sparkling waters of Loch Earn and Ben Vorlich beyond. On a warm August day there are few pleasures greater than catching sight of the loch and the loveliest scenery that this spellbinding stretch of Strathearn has to offer. The bikers revved up and took off. The quietness of summer closed back in. 

But the quietness did not last long. Barely 20 minutes later the first police car sped by heading eastward, its siren blazing. Then came the fire engine. Then the ambulance. Before long, traffic police arrived to block off the road at the junction with the A84: the tell-tale signs of another biker fatality. Just before 1:15pm the group of bikers heading east would have passed Scott Forbes travelling westward towards them on his white red and blue Honda CBR Fireblade about a mile and a half out of Lochearnhead. They were not to know they would have been among the last to see him alive. 

A woman pedestrian was the first to see his body lying in the middle of the road, the bike having careered to the side. He was treated at the scene but died a short time later. The road was closed for more than six hours. How we have become inured to motorcycle deaths on Scotland’s roads. For this was the third bike fatality over the weekend. His death occurred barely an hour after a 27-year-old father-of-two died after being involved in a collision with two cars on Great Northern Road in Aberdeen. 

Three days earlier, in Ayrshire, 23-year-old Ross Quin died after his motorbike collided with a Mercedes Sprinter and a BMW 3. Less than a month ago a 31-year-old motor cyclist died following a collision with a Ford Transit van on the A907 in Fife. And in June a 45-year-old biker was killed after a collision involving a tractor and trailer four miles west of Galashiels. Last year saw the death of motorcycle racing veteran Ewen Haldane from Greenock, killed in a bike crash in Argyll and Bute at the age of 86. 

All this forms part of a relentless biker death toll that seems impervious to road safety campaigns. The year 2014 saw the number of motorcycle casualties rise 6 per cent over the previous year to 819 while the number of deaths climbed by eight to 31. And latest figures show the number of motorbike fatalities in Scotland rose in 2015. Transport Scotland figures show bikers make up only 1 per cent of road traffic, but account for 15 per cent of fatalities. The figures prompted the Scottish Government, along with Road Safety Scotland, to launch yet another safety campaign. 

This is a scandalous toll that surely merits more attention than is given. Yet the fatalities barely receive more coverage than a down-page paragraph or two in the local paper. Occasionally, a small wreath of flowers is left by the roadside. How easy it is to regard Scott Forbes as just another statistic. But behind every statistic is a life lost and a family devastated. Scott, a 49-year-old from Dundee was a passionate biker. A photograph on his Facebook page posted barely a week previously showed a little girl sitting astride his immaculately polished bike. 

This was Scott Forbes’ world. He had taken up biking after serving in the Gordon Highlanders in the 1980s and 1990s and had completed several tours of Belfast with his friend Kevin Bruce. Kevin paid tribute to Mr Forbes, saying he always had the biggest smile for everyone. “Scott was someone who always had the safety of other motorcyclists at the forefront of his mind. Safety was always very important to him.”

 Of the circumstances of his death there are few details. He came off his bike on a relatively straight stretch of road, though one bracketed by particularly sharp bends. No other vehicle had stopped at the scene and police have appealed for eye-witnesses. An autopsy report is being prepared. On this spellbinding lochside road there is no trace of an accident. Only the continuous series of twists and bends give a clue as to what may have happened. 

What is a constant mystery to non-bikers is why they do it, every day, despite those repeated campaigns and the commendable work of police patrols at popular biker meeting places in offering roadside warnings and advice. It cannot be said that the bikers are impervious to the risk. It’s the risk that makes it so alluring - a truly fatal attraction. The bikers seem to like nothing more than the bends and the rush of adrenalin that comes as they tilt into them at speed. A road that does not twist holds nothing like the thrill. 

And across Scotland we have no lack of twister roads. I used to think that, because of its evident dangers, this part of Scotland was the most popular spot for thrill-seeking bikers. Whether you are heading along the A84 from Callander up to Killin, or on the A85 to St Fillans, Comrie and Crieff, all travellers have to proceed with caution. A journey of any speed is rare. Around every corner there is a hulking logging truck or a supermarket lorry or, arguably worse, the 25 miles-an-hour pootering caravans with their Belgian number plates and bicycles strapped precariously on the back. And then there are the swarms of bikers, the motorised wasps of our Highland roads, tilting and weaving through the traffic before they speed off into the distance. 

Little wonder middle-aged motorists cooped up in their Vauxhall Astras yearn for a burst of motorbike speed, envious of the thrill but feart of the spill. But the most dangerous roads for bikers in Scotland are not in fact those in the northern Trossachs where accidents seem so commonplace. Research into the deaths of 32 riders in 2011 showed the most likely areas for motorcyclists to be killed was in the Central Belt and the east coast. 

Almost all fatal motorbike crashes happen during the summer, when bike riding peaks. Motorcyclists are roughly 38 times more likely to be killed in a road traffic accident than car occupants, per mile ridden. The death of Scott Forbes is surely worth more than just another statistic. It points, amid some of the most beautiful scenery on earth, to a merciless, pitiful and unrelenting Scottish tragedy. 

Read more at: The Scotsman- Ride to Die 

Key West Reality Check

We raised our glasses to say goodbye to a friend and I proposed the first toast: "To quitters," I joked, and it's a good joke because we all understood what I meant as we toasted her departure for greener pastures Up North. There was lots of laughter and some of it bittersweet.

One of the things you have to get used to if you live in places like the Keys and here perhaps in particular, is that everyone has an escape plan. Unless you were born here with family, or unless you have private wealth, your life in the Keys relies on the job. The job goes and so do you. and that's because there aren't  a plethora of life sustaining jobs around here. If you got one of the good ones you're lucky, as long as you keep it. So people come and go, sometimes thanks to the stress of living here sometimes because  family needs you (think elderly parents) sometimes because you blew it at work and you don't fancy taking up a career as a bar back.

On the subject of going away I got a story about packing up books and papers and shipping them Up North prior to leaving town. The Quitter (I'll call her that as she has now quit the Keys) was a teacher with many items suitable for a media rate which is very inexpensive but she said her heart sank when she went to the Pot Office to ship the boxes out. She got the difficult clerks and she knows them by name. Impossible they said, the boxes are too big. No the Quitter countered pointing out they were, all three of them well under 70 pounds. I don't want to deal with them the clerk said brazenly. They may not be media. I didn't tape them up the Quitter responded so you can check them. Humph the clerk said and started poking around displacing files and scattering papers. See?! she said triumphantly, this isn't media, its letters. No it's not the Quitter riposted, well versed in island etiquette for getting your way. I'm a teacher and I have files of papers not letters. Well the box is too big the clerk said. You need a smaller box. I don't care the Quitter said, still intent on quitting these baffling islands. You need tape the clerk said as she called Brian over to haul the boxes to the back, losing with bad grace. Can I have some tape the Quitter asked sweetly. Can't have none but I can sell you some. The Quitter was ready to pay for the tape knowing she had won as Brian approached noisily dragging a dolly over some other customers with slow reactions. And so the boxes got loaded, by the Quitter and her friend as Brian stood by and critiqued their style. 

I have heard enough horror stories about the main post office I never go there. I do my mail in Summerland Key which is a nice post office and I do my drivers license and vehicle tags in Big Pine where the clerks come from Marathon Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday, and are also very nice.

One of my colleagues got a new room mate recently and she was happy. The old room mate left under a bit of a cloud and the replacement was an older woman (less than 40! but I work with youngsters) who was brought to Key West to manage a branch of a chain store franchise. It looked good for a bit but then the stories started appearing at work. My colleague would come to work looking haunted. My roommate was waiting for me when I got home and wanted to hang out and chat she said. My roommate did my laundry and commented on my underwear. I feel like I'm living with my mother. I did not see a good outcome and i was worried she might give up and go back to her family in Fort Lauderdale but I discovered my colleague is made of sterner stuff. It was not enough that her roommate kept running out of money and needed my 26 year old colleague to help her make ends meet each month, a constant round of begging and paying back, the situation spun out of control when the roommate announced she was enjoying a man she had met a week earlier. Loneliness apparently was to be banished in the arms of a stranger. In the ordinary course of things my colleague would have been delighted to be relieved of this burden to her mental well being but that was not all. In defiance of all logic the roommate shared their house key with this strange man of unknown abode and no last name to allow him to come and go as he pleased in my colleague's house. 

The last I heard they are headed for a break up and my colleague's boyfriend, fearing for her safety has formally invited her to live with him. Not all stories have bad endings.

I congratulated him when another of my colleagues made good use of his inheritance and bought an apartment in New Town. He lives on the top floor and has a view, he has two bedrooms two bathrooms working plumbing and proper air conditioning and his mortgage is entirely manageable. It is you would imagine a perfect situation in Key West. It may seem unlikely but modern conveniences are not always available even at premium prices in the key West housing market. Even this paradise has it's serpent. Apparently across the hall there lives a neighbor and my colleague who is a mild mannered dispatcher in middle age was enjoying his television at home one evening. Thumping on his door produced the neighbor from across the street, a man of impressive proportions who decided he had taken a dislike to my colleague, the new arrival. Threats were uttered I am told reliably and the neighbor is known to be armed and not afraid to parade his weaponry. My colleague is thinking seriously about buying headphones to watch TV and visitors to his apartment are warned about The Man Across The Hall. Other than that, by Key West standards its not bad living. My colleague likes to cook and he has a full kitchen too in his home. Not everyone can boast that in Key West!

My right hand man at work, the guy who has shared my shift for years is a Conch. He grew up in a family well connected in the city and I have always found him to be well informed rock solid reliable and one of the nicest people you could hope to meet, older or younger than his 30 years. He lives in an apartment that he gets at a cheap family rate and I keep hoping that will encourage him to stay in town and not spread his Conch wings to see the world. However his situation is weird too even though he too has a proper apartment with fully functioning facilities... His neighbor has appointed herself block captain and spends much of her abundant free time yelling at people parking "illegally" at people across the street she suspects are peddling narcotics and at anyone who is ready to pick a fight. She like everyone in the  world loves my sweet young colleague even though she is his principal impediment to getting a  good day's sleep before he comes in to work overnight...That and the fact the walls are thin and his neighbor has a noisy and active sex life. Like I said, I hope he hangs in because I really like working with him.

Key West is a great place to work if you have one those decent jobs that by itself pays your way as I have. It's a  great place to live and work if you are allergic to snow, as I am. It is a great place to live if you have a relationship already functioning and don't come here in search of a mate, so far so good. But in the end a good living situation is also critical and how you define that is up to you. Rusty has won the lottery in that department but not every working class resident of Key West is that lucky. I know too because its a rare day that goes by that we don't get a call from some roommate situation, some eviction situation, that needs police intervention. Fining a good place and keeping a good place with all the temptations to squander money is no easy thing. Apparently. But for every Quitter heading Up North there is one Hopeful coming Down South. If you are one, don't say you were never warned.

Aedes Aegypti In The Keys

Just another great day starting out in the Keys looking out from Boca Chica Beach.

I get assaulted by mosquitoes here and  there are more of them per cubic inch than anywhere else. I like this beach but without repellent it's hopeless. I've even come out here in the middle of the night and been swarmed like it was a horror movie. This is a panorama of the beach:

The Zika mosquito has been in the news around the state, after symptoms appeared in Miami. I had long since wondered what effect this panic inducing mosquito might have on the vast majority of the population that is not getting pregnant. Microcephaly in infants seems bad enough but I wondered why I should be worried about the little black and white mosquitoes I see everywhere every day.

It turns out the estimable Tampa Bay Times (formerly known as the St Petersburg Times) has been looking into the mosquito population and the Zika virus and it turns out that adults can get a nasty wasting disease called Guillain-Barre syndrome:

Guillain-Barre (gee-YAH-buh-RAY) syndrome is a rare disorder in which your body's immune system attacks your nerves. Weakness and tingling in your extremities are usually the first symptoms.

These sensations can quickly spread, eventually paralyzing your whole body. In its most severe form Guillain-Barre syndrome is a medical emergency. Most people with the condition must be hospitalized to receive treatment.

From the Mayo Clinic which august source of information goes on to point out there is no cure but hospitalization can be palliative and usually symptoms clear up by themselves. Unless in rare cases where it seems paralysis and death are the outcome. Very very rare they say. Nevertheless getting a prolonged agonizing flu-like illness sounds no fun at all, especially with tingling, nerve damage, paralysis and death also on the cards. And the disease can be spread through bodily fluids by asymptomatic carriers who may not know they have the virus. Great stuff isn't it?

His and mine footprints.

The Tampa Bay Times magazine, Floridian has an excellent article including a  few actual facts about Zika, mosquitoes, DNA and the inability of people to think critically: LINK HERE. It's pretty merciless when it comes to ravaging opponents of Oxitec and its plan to introduce  modified mosquitoes onto Key Haven. the wealthy isolated suburban island that wants to have nothing to do with the plan.

The more I read and the more I ponder this Zika business, which incidentally was discovered in the 1940s, the more it seems silly to me to not attempt to eradicate the mosquito pest. A 99 percent success rate in an insect as prolific as the aedes aegypti probably means the buggers will come back but no one else has anything approaching a solution to this problem.

The other thing that disturbs me, apart from Zika and its symptoms, is the growing awareness that there are changes in climate, severe weather in line with climate change predictions and still half the population of the US isn't paying attention. The half of us that is can't do much and so we watch people in Louisiana drown and California burn up and Zika travel around the world and it's business as usual, science be damned.  It is cold consolation that I have no children. 

But facts, as stubborn as they may be, seem to count for less and less as we plunge collectively into a brave new future where things go wrong on a spectacular scale and yet still manage to take us by surprise.

The article in the Floridian clearly expresses the frustration of public officials in trying to make people aware of the risks, and what they get back are half baked conspiracy theories and junk science from the public they are trying to educate.

It's funny how things have changed. It used to be that government did things to people in secret for "the common good." One thinks of medical experiments, lobotomies and vaccinations and the like that were done in the name of science behind very closed doors. Nowadays in our struggle to maintain an open culture everything is explained and discussed, and still to no effect. 96% of disease spreading mosquitoes were wiped out in the Cayman Islands by Oxitec. Too bad they can't do it here. 

The city will hold an advisory referendum in November and I don't doubt the vote will be opposed to Oxitec and a majority of commissioners say they will abide by the vote. I am loading up with repellent and hoping for the best, whether I go to Boca Chica Beach or anywhere else.

(Photo Courtesy Chelsea Jaremko)