This means we walked to the bus stop. We didn't want to take the boat as it is about 50 miles (a day's travel for us) and there are no good anchorages when the wind is out of the north. And the wind, lately, has been out of the north. And usually around 20mph. There are also rumors of a little bit of a crime problem in the area. So we took the bus. A day pass is $8.00 each. Sixteen bucks for a hundred miles and somebody else drives. I'm a player.
The bus ride was interesting but uneventful. One guy did get on with a dog. I kept waiting for a child with a chicken or the like. No joy. The trip down, with stops, took about two hours. We arrived around noon near Mallory Square. Carol declared it "Picture Day".
Intrepid followers (or anyone who knows me) will ask: "You went to Key West and left in three hours, having had only one beer? Were you sick?"
The answer is no. And I am a bit puzzled myself. I'm sure it's not the city's fault. There were plenty of places to quench my thirst. The problem lies not in what the place is, but rather what it is not.
I'm too late. (A Pirate Looks at 60?) Key West is not the frontier town I had built up in my mind. I thought it was going to be this renegade place that had refused to change with the times and held onto it's sun bleached and non conformist roots. Maybe it reverts to something else after the sun descends. Probably it does. But the tourist trap with the cruise ship parked at the edge is not what I came for. Blame it on me, but it's just not my style.
So we landed at 5:00 back in Marathon, across the street from Boot Key Harbor, at one of our frequent haunts for beers and appetizers for dinner. We were in bed before 10:00, as is usual.
All in all, I'm glad we went. Been there, done that. Passed on the tee shirt. Back to Sea Bird and more new adventures!