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morning coffee on the dock, watching the huge white heron fishing for her breakfast - EVERYONE is invited to be jealous, or to be here next time.
There are large mullet (the fish not the haircut) visible swimming about, plus what must be small mullet and something that looks like it was extruded or rolled out by an enthusiastic toddler from clay. The first third of it is nose, and it isn't any thicker around than my thumb over the entire length of 9 or 10 inches (magnified by water, all numbers extremely approximate).
We're on Conch Key, more than halfway to Key West, in the most outrageously, fabulously overdecorated little house evar. There are three or four antique outboard motors in stands and on the wall in the living room, plus 5 fully rigged ship models and a full dozen smaller half-hulls and flat-bottomed toy-like things. Every wall is covered with pictures of fishermen, sailors, boats under sail or at anchor, and in one dark corner of the hall is a picture of a lighthouse with a tiny flashing LED in it that blinks so infrequently at first I thought I was imagining it. There is a porch, AND a dock AND a boat, plus the dock has a tiki-hut on it which provides hours of innocent merriment to yours truly.
We were out on the dock last night admiring Orion upside down and finding Sirius and anything else we could think of. Polaris is on the other side of the island, a 2 minute walk away, and we just couldn't face the hike.... I wanted to see it substantially lower on the horizon. Maybe tonight.
There are large mullet (the fish not the haircut) visible swimming about, plus what must be small mullet and something that looks like it was extruded or rolled out by an enthusiastic toddler from clay. The first third of it is nose, and it isn't any thicker around than my thumb over the entire length of 9 or 10 inches (magnified by water, all numbers extremely approximate).
We're on Conch Key, more than halfway to Key West, in the most outrageously, fabulously overdecorated little house evar. There are three or four antique outboard motors in stands and on the wall in the living room, plus 5 fully rigged ship models and a full dozen smaller half-hulls and flat-bottomed toy-like things. Every wall is covered with pictures of fishermen, sailors, boats under sail or at anchor, and in one dark corner of the hall is a picture of a lighthouse with a tiny flashing LED in it that blinks so infrequently at first I thought I was imagining it. There is a porch, AND a dock AND a boat, plus the dock has a tiki-hut on it which provides hours of innocent merriment to yours truly.
We were out on the dock last night admiring Orion upside down and finding Sirius and anything else we could think of. Polaris is on the other side of the island, a 2 minute walk away, and we just couldn't face the hike.... I wanted to see it substantially lower on the horizon. Maybe tonight.