Somewhere on Keys going to Key West.
Hemmingway's bathroom.
Six toe cat.
Guess.
Hemmingway's study.
Waiting for Yankee Freedom III to take us to Dry Tortugas and Ft. Jefferson.
Freighter on horizon reveals curvature of Earth.
Looking out Ft. Jefferson gun port.
Gun on top of battlement.
Key West rooster. Was told chickens originated with Haitian voodoo ceremonies.
On Yankee Freedom. Mr. Bob exhibits cool keeping cap from blowing off.
Empty boat encountered about halfway Fort. Havana is not much further. Captain of our ship slowed down to take a look.
Bob and I tried out scenarios for 60ish woman in blue blouse. She was a recent widow figuring things out. She was a cougar pursuing the blonde crew member standing beside her. She was the object of his approaches (he gradually inched in toward her). . Her husband was waiting in the cabin. The last one was it.
Smiling fellow beside Bob does these things right. He took three weeks to get here from Augusta. We took two days to get here from Ft. Mill.
Fort Jefferson harbor. Floatplane is only other way to get here.
Fort Jefferson. Started in 1846 to protect shipping through nearby channels. Never finished, was a prison in Civil War. Construction stopped in 1880's. Fort became a wildlife refuge in 1908, was declared a national monument in 1935.
Inside fort viewing gun rooms.
The place has a sort of stark beauty.
Five more steps back and I would have joined scuba divers 50 feet below.
Yankee Freedom. Twin hull catamaran that goes about 30 knots. No water on island, ship served breakfast and lunch - and booze on way back. Dry Tortugas are ecologically pristine island - home to blue footed boobys and sea turtles. (The name "Tortugas" means turtle. "Dry" is because there is no fresh water.)
Stairs going to top of battlement. Coming was pitch black.
Cruise ship coming in Key West where it will dump it's middle-age passengers for a day of frantic sight-seeing.
Going down interstates and toll roads through eastern Florida, past miles of tract houses both and I said we'd rather be in Harlan West Virginia. We returned through Florida and Georgia back country. I think this is Folkston Georgia.
Trains from North go merge through "Folkston Funnel" then spread out into Florida. We met a Canadian train buff who stopped to watch.
Bug under glass of defunct 93 octane pas pump in Wadley Georgia.
Misc:
We had lunch in Leesburg Georgia at "Wolfy's" restaurant. People mostly old, retired - not cruise ship old but small town old.
Went by Steam Boat Annie's, Paw Paw's Deli and Fat Daddy's RV Park..
Passed a truck with NRA sticker exhorting followers to stand up and fight. Saw another sign asking people to join KKK. A MacDonald's somewhere was playing Littler Drummer Boy on sound system. Bob also heard it - verified in this respect at least I am not crazy.
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