After great fun with friends Georgia & Bob in Boca, we flew the Florida Keys in a few hours. I’ve long wanted to do that, and now we very much want to go back and spend some time there. For now tho, we have a lot of pix. So here are a few from just the part of that flight from Boca to Keys.
1279 Boca Takeoff
Even after our flights in the Bahamas, this was a beautiful beginning. I’ll spare you most of the things that caught our eye, and zip ahead to this small detail almost lost in our expansive view out toward the vast Atlantic from the inland waters off Miami.
1283 Miami Monument
I haven’t looked it up, but all true Miamites probably know everything about this statue on a tiny sheltered island. I guess it was once visited by thousands, but now it’s fenced off and the trail to it from the surrounding shore doesn’t look especially well-traveled. There are innumerable other oddities in these waters, including a golf course community on the top-middle islet in this next shot.
1285 Storm Golfers
Now keep in mind that we saw ample evidence of storm ravages all along the Gulf, on the Bahamas, a good portion of the way up the East Coast, and of course everywhere in the Keys. So an islet barely above sea level exposed to a raging Atlantic for me conjures images of storm golfers. People so dedicated to the sport that a mere hurricane wouldn’t interrupt a game. Something does seem to have interrupted whatever used to happen at this viewing stand on the bay.
1290 Empty Stands
Traveling the continent as we have, it’s endlessly fascinating to plumb the psyche of those who live in each region, state and city. People ask where we’re from, and next express their terror at the notion of living where earthquakes can crush them in an instant. Of course, here in California the idea of hurricanes punctuating stifling heat is not attractive. 🙂
But I digress. Continuing our beautiful and intriguing jaunt, we crossed this narrow emerald marble of water near Homestead AFB out to the Keys.
1299 Quiet Gem
It reminds me of quiet moments in childhood, gazing into a marble and imagining an enchanted world inside. But in mere minutes we were turning up the island chain and flying over Key Largo. If you ever saw the old Bogart flick, like me you might have imagined something other than what we saw.
1309 Key Largo
Now it’s a small city astride the bustling highway. But still, in undeveloped areas along the coast are glimpses of a slow life intimate with the sea.
1316 Lost Key
John & Anne Wiley 
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