Checked out of the motel and caught the shuttle back into town
for another look at a photo in a gallery we had seen the day before, and a
final taste of Key West life. Wandered
to the Mile 0 marker, where State Highway #1 begins/ends and took the
obligatory tourist photos. Stopped in at
Sloppy Joe’s (frequented by Ernest) and got a touristy t-shirt and then wandered
back to catch the shuttle, via the Key Lime Pie shop. Key Lime pie …….literally a slice of pie complete
with biscuit base …… shoved onto a stick ….. dipped in dark chocolate ……
divine.
We left Key West about 1-ish and headed north. We met a convoy of super cars coming towards
us, escorted by about a dozen cops on bikes, and followed by a helicopter. There was a guy hanging out the window of a
pickup with a camera, photographing the cars strung out behind him. Madness !!
We assumed they were headed to town for the parade.
We’d set out with the roof down, determined to enjoy the
convertible, but after about an hour we admitted defeat once again, and pulled
into a rest stop to put the roof up and the air con on full blast. It turned out to be a good spot to stop, just
before the Bahia Honda bridge, which is no longer in use and crumbling into the
sea. We came across a very co-operative
iguana who seemed to like the attention and sat still for me while I faffed
with camera settings and took his photo.
We spent about an hour snapping pix and then headed on, across the seven
mile bridge (yup, it’s 7 miles long, right out there in the middle of the
Atlantic) and on to Marathon. Joe had
spotted a Beech 18 that he felt needed to be admired at the Marathon
airport. It was about 3ish by now so we
decided to stay here the night and head back to the Bahia Honda bridge for some
sunset photos. This was duly
accomplished, with mixed results, but one or two half-decent photos to remember
the occasion.
Today was laundry day and the scrubba wash bag was put to
the test. We have laundry draped off
coathangers, shower rails and stretchy clothes lines, hoping it will dry a
little overnight. I’ve threatened to string
the clothes line between the rear windows and hang our laundry inside the back of
the car tomorrow. We have a six hour
drive to get us to our next destination of St Petersburg on the west coast of
the Florida panhandle.
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