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Keys vacation - part 3.
Mar. 24th, 2002 11:11 pm"Rivka, you went on vacation to the keys? I had totally forgotten about that." "Never mind that. I'm going to finish this trip report if it takes until January."
Sunday
Sunday we had another big day planned. At the Wild Bird Center, Debbie and I had picked up a flyer for Big Pine Kayak Adventures, which offered "backcountry eco-tours" in the less-inhabited middle keys, about sixty miles from where we were staying in Key Largo. So we got up very early (not quite early enough, as it turned out) and made our way south and west. Looking at the map, we thought we'd be travelling through twelve other keys on our way to Big Pine Key. The actual number was probably twice that. There are dozens of keys not big enough to appear in the guidebook - some amounting to nothing more than a strip of sand and some scrub trees, only a few feet wider than U.S. 1 on each side. We began to understand why the middle keys aren't very built-up. You could often see the ocean on both sides of the road, dazzling turquoise shading almost to green, dotted with smaller keys. And once, a seven-mile bridge stretching across the water, with fragments of an older highway bridge still standing in the water off to one side.
( Big Pine Key, and a couple of pictures )
Sunday
Sunday we had another big day planned. At the Wild Bird Center, Debbie and I had picked up a flyer for Big Pine Kayak Adventures, which offered "backcountry eco-tours" in the less-inhabited middle keys, about sixty miles from where we were staying in Key Largo. So we got up very early (not quite early enough, as it turned out) and made our way south and west. Looking at the map, we thought we'd be travelling through twelve other keys on our way to Big Pine Key. The actual number was probably twice that. There are dozens of keys not big enough to appear in the guidebook - some amounting to nothing more than a strip of sand and some scrub trees, only a few feet wider than U.S. 1 on each side. We began to understand why the middle keys aren't very built-up. You could often see the ocean on both sides of the road, dazzling turquoise shading almost to green, dotted with smaller keys. And once, a seven-mile bridge stretching across the water, with fragments of an older highway bridge still standing in the water off to one side.
( Big Pine Key, and a couple of pictures )
