If you are following our journey through the south, specifically Florida and all the way to Key West, you will know that we are picking up this entry on Day 8, with day dawning on Key West, Florida. We are camped at Boyd’s Key West RV Resort, about 5 miles from the heart of downtown Key West and the historic district.
Sunrises have not been nearly as spectacular as sunsets, and this one is pretty typical, as viewed from the end of the little peninsula where we are camped:
One negative to camping on this side of Key West is the proximity to the Naval Air Base. From dawn to dusk, with a few unpredictable breaks in the action, fighter jets from the base do “touch-and-go” practice maneuvers, the blast from the afterburners making it impossible to talk to one another until after they pass by. A couple of the fighters running sorties over the bay:
Day 9 is our day to explore the old historic downtown area, hopefully before the cruise ships unload and clog the shops. Breakfast is the first order of business, and if you find yourself in Key West, be sure to check out “Two Friends” patio restaurant. Clean, well-run, good wait staff, and good food, served on an al fresco patio…what more could you want on an island:
After breakfast, I recommend a walk to the nearby port where the cruise ships are moored. We found a Disney ship docked and disembarking, with another ship due to arrive later in the day:
Ernest Heminway’s drinking and partying is legendary, and his most favorite watering hole was “Sloppy Joe’s.” The original Sloppy Joe’s was located a block from the current Sloppy Joe’s, but they both remain true to the flavor of a beach bar, originally intended for locals.
The 1933-1937 Sloppy Joe’s:
The current Sloppy Joe’s, about a block away:
Having brought our Point65 tandem kayak all the way from Texas, it was imperative that we get out in the bay for a paddle. We put in at the boat ramp in the RV park and paddled out to the furthest boats at anchor, just shy of the ship channel. We found many abandoned wrecks, perhaps a remnant of Katrina 8 years earlier, perhaps some just lost as a result of being abandoned. Jodie and I found that most of the boats at anchor in the shallow (2-5′ depth at most) were mostly old, delapidated garbage scowls with people living on them, sort of the migrant farm workers of the high seas. A few scenes from our kayak with Jodie at the helm:
Next day our friend David takes the kayak for a spin around the bay. It’s a nice workout:
Our last evening on Key West, we return to Salute on the Beach Italian Restaurant for dinner and sunset, complete with beach volleyball and reggae music:
The perfect way to wrap up 5 wonderful days in Hemingway Country:
And so, the next morning we get a fantastic send-off with this sunrise, and we’re off to Tampa:
It’s 25 degrees in Marathon, Texas. It’s 81 degrees in Marathon, Florida. Solution: ROAD TRIP!
Having never been to the Florida Keys, it’s only logical that our next destination, especially in February, be Hemmingwayville (not to be confused with Margaritaville). So, the next couple of weeks we will chronicle our trip from west Texas to Key West, FL, some 1950 miles away. We will be joined during the journey by good friends, David and Marcia (see their blog on our Blogroll “AdventureDavid”.
First two days were fairly short days. First night was spent near Amistad National Recreation Area, at a private campground with clean bathrooms, a very friendly counter person, and very few amenities. Exactly what we needed. Second night just outside of Houston, TX, at an RV park similar to the first night…easy to get into and easy to leave, with a friendly staff. No amenities here, either…close to the highway, but far from restaurants or grocery stores. No problem.
First night at American RV Park, Del Rio, Texas:
Day 2, Houston West RV Park, 35 miles west of Houston, Texas:
Day 3 dawns cool and clear, and it’s time to hit the road for real, this day. 540 miles to go, so we’re off by 9:00 a.m. Met up with our friends, David and Marcia, on Dauphin Island, Alabama. and checked into Dauphin Island RV Park. We highly recommend the ribs at Dauphin Island Barbecue. When something exceeds your expectations, it makes you smile…these ribs had us grinning from ear-to-ear.
The next morning, a short walk over to the beach just after sunrise, then it’s time to pack up and head to Florida. An osprey was underwhelmed at our presence, an intrusion upon his hunt for breakfast.
Happy to see the last of I-10 for awhile, we turn south at Tallahassee on Alt 27 and drive the Georgia-Florida Parkway, a reminder of slower cars and times, much like the travels I remember as a kid on Route 66. The glory days of Florida vacation travel. Logged another 450 miles today, putting us at a 4-day total of 1,500 miles
Finally in Florida, at Cedar Key, I check my weather app for home and at 10:00 p.m. it’s 63 degrees in Marathon…while my indoor/outdoor thermometer here at the RV park in Cedar Key, Florida, is reading 27 degrees. Let’s see, what was the motivation to drive 2000 miles to Florida?
And how I love technology. It’s 6:15 a.m., and I wake with a cold head. Dark. Really dark. It dawns on me that nothing in the camper that uses electricity is working, especially the heaters…and it’s 22 degrees outside! No lights…no heat. Troubleshoot. An inspection of the converter box reveals that the one 20 amp fuse is blown. No backup fuses (lesson learned). I steal a 15 amp fuse from another socket in the panel and pop it into the 20 amp socket. Voila…heater and lights come on. However, still no 110v heater, or any other 110v outlet, for that matter. Battery power shown on my volt minder is 12.44 volts. If the 110v ac power was going through the converter, that should be about 13.85 volts, so nothing is going through the converter. Walking outside I find a dark campground. Totally alien, given the fact that half of all RV’ers burn some sort of decorative lights all night long as some sort of RV park ritual or something. I pull my volt meter from my truck tool box (it’s still dark and 22 degrees), and there is no power at the 30 amp plug. Relief, because I thought I had blown a converter. Alas, it’s them and not me. Hooray!
Cedar Key is quaint…a word totally overused, but in this case, quite appropriate. A small, historic, old downtown is the Florida of Hemmingway novels. The restaurant selection is small, but Tony’s is simply the best. So good, in fact, that we ate there two consecutive nights. Have the internationally recognized clam chowder. Do not get the “Super Bowl” unless you are either starving, or simply want everyone in the restaurant to run over with their cell phones and photograph you eating it.
The operative phrase for Cedar Key is “laid back.” Some of the flavor:
Up early, it’s a long day’s drive from Cedar Key to Key West, Florida (about 550 miles), and speed limits once you reach the Keys drop to 45-55 mph. We arrive at Boyd’s Key West RV Park just in time to set up in the dark, a somewhat daunting task with short, tight camping spots necessary to maximize valuable real estate on this island. Success at last, and we settle in for a good night’s rest.
Next morning we check off a required visit to Ernest Hemingway’s House in old historic Key West. The 6-toed cats are as advertised, and the house is well worth the $13 entry fee. Second floor veranda and lighthouse in background:
Jodie with one of the sweet 6-toed cats:
The study, desk and typewriter, where Hemingway wrote his most famous novels:
The Key West Butterfly and Nature Conservatory is perhaps the most unexpected treat of our trip so far. It is a must if you ever get to Key West. A couple of the more exotic bird-sized moths at the Key West Butterfly and Nature Conservatory were these:
Attacus Atlas Moth (the largest moth in the world). This one had a wingspan of about 10 inches:
And the Actius Luna Moth, with a wingspan of 5-6 inches:
Some other notable butterflies whose color, shape and delicate grace made this a memorable experience:
A hitchhiker on top of David’s hat:
From the pier at the end of Atlantic Blvd., we are at the southernmost point in the continental United States. To say the sunset was spectacular would be a lie…it was one of the finest sunsets we have ever seen, anywhere. On the horizon you can barely define 3-masted sailing ships, probably out for an evening sunset cruise:
If you enjoy beautiful sunsets, 80-degree weather in February, and clam chowder, hang with us the next few days as we explore this tropical extreme right here at home.
Having been a professional photographer much of my working life, I have seen technology change dramatically, especially with the invention of digital photography. Digital cameras have gone from prohibitively expensive, even for the working professional, to cameras that can be considered “disposable,” they are now so inexpensive. You can argue ad infinitum on which brand, model, or chip type is “best,” but in the final analysis, nearly all the new digital cameras are excellent for capturing an image for enjoyment by the average person.
What has not changed, from the beginning of photography until present, is the fact that the camera is only a BOX TO CAPTURE LIGHT. What makes the difference between a good image and a poor one depends on these factors: LIGHT, EMOTION, COMPOSITION, and THE LENS that the light passes through.
You’ll notice that of the four basic elements of a good photograph, only one of those is related to equipment, and it’s not the camera. So, let’s discuss first the LENS. You can have the most expensive camera out there, and believe me, there are a few that can still set you back many thousands of dollars, but if you bring the light (the image) through a cheap lens, one with poor glass, and many poorly engineered moving parts within to make the lens zoom, it matters not how many pixels your camera’s manufacturer brags about, you will get a poorly focused, inconsistently exposed, and disappointing image. For example, I have a Canon 5D Mk II camera body, which is one of my studio cameras that has been a workhorse for me ever since it was introduced a few years back. When Canon introduced the Rebel T2i camera, I bought one for my backpacking, since it is much lighter, and if I trash it on the trail, I won’t lose nearly as much sleep as if I destroyed my more expensive camera. For an experiment, I took the lens that came with the Rebel and put it on my 5D and did some test shots. Then, I took one of my favorite Canon lenses, which cost much more than the camera, and put it on the Rebel and did the same test exposures. Results: the $500 Rebel with the more expensive lens produced sharper, more vivid images that did the $3000 5D with the cheap lens. No contest. So, if you are serious enough to justify owning a SLR camera (one with interchangeable lenses that views through the lens), research your lenses more thoroughly than you do the camera when making the investment, and spend your money on the lens.
The only other thing I’ll say about cameras and lenses is that if you talk to 10 “professional” photographers and ask which is the best one to buy, you will get 10 different answers, usually based on what each one of them owns. Go to a reputable camera store (not Best Buy, Walmart, or some other discount box store, but a camera store that has been in that business for years), and find a knowledgeable salesperson to demonstrate a number of different cameras for you. With digital, you can actually take photos right there in the store and find one that you feel comfortable with (operator friendly). The best camera for you will be the one you can use easily without having to fiddle with the controls when taking an image so that you miss the shot of that child making a wonderful face, or that elk blowing frost from his nostrils on the edge of a clearing on a cold morning. Buy that one, get a great (not good, but great) lens, and go out and take a lot of pictures.
One more thing: please don’t have the salesperson spend a lot of time getting to know you and demonstrating the equipment, only to go order the camera on the internet from B&H. Bad form. If you go armed with the internet prices, the store will meet those prices. If they don’t, then you are justified to go to the internet for your purchase. I know of no professional camera store that will not meet an internet price. Just ask.
LIGHT: the most important ingredient in taking a great image. The best light for photography is a cloudy day. Yes, I said cloudy. Professional photographers spend hundreds of dollars on large umbrella-looking attachments for their studio lights that have large, opaque, white covers on them to diffuse the light so it looks soft and brings out detail while hiding sharp edges, such as lines on faces. Clouds do the same thing to the sun. Embrace a cloudy day and properly expose for the lower light levels, set your camera on “auto white balance” to compensate for the color temperature change, and see how much better your exposures will be outside. Having spent years studying light and lighting for photography, I could write an entire book (and some have) on lighting, so this is to say, go find out more about it and your pictures will get better. And one more thing, try to not always take images with the sun at your back, as you have always been taught. Use backlight from the sun (or other light source) to rim the outlines of your subject, and you will add drama to the scene. Learn how to use your camera’s flash as a “fill light” when your subjects’ faces are in shadow from the sun being at their backs, and you will eliminate squinting and furrowing of brows because they are not looking directly back into the sun. Here is a good “how-to” basic article on this: http://www.digitalcameraworld.com/2012/05/20/master-fill-flash-in-4-easy-steps/
Today, it was time to ride! I just didn’t expect it to be 90 degrees in this part of Big Bend National Park, out on the “Old Ore Road.” This is one of the least-traveled, most secluded, and most often hottest parts of this huge desert environment. In a new book, “Death in Big Bend,” several fatalities due to heat stroke are chronicled when unfortunate, and unprepared people, find themselves stranded on this 26-mile-long 4-wheel-drive dirt, rock and boulder-infested historic road. It’s not unusual for temperatures to reach 90+ degrees in January and February out here, but today was a departure from recent trends this winter. With that, I set out on a “shake-down” ride after a tune-up to my old Trek 7000 aluminum mountain bike, which included new shift-grips, new tubes and tires, and a new trip computer.
After about 4 miles of technical sand, rock, and rutted off-camber climbs and descents, I turned around and headed back to Jodie and the waiting Jeep. I had not figured in the 30-40 mph headwind that I would be fighting all the way back, and on a technical rock-infested climb, I stalled out. Usually not a problem, but I had not switched out my pedals to my mountain bike pedals, which I had cannibalized onto my recumbent last fall, so my shoes did not release from the clips and I planted myself and bike into a thorny mesquite tree, complete with a lechugilla cactus at its base. Nothing unusual out here, but it’s not only painful, but dangerous. Lucky this time, I came away with only a small loss of blood, and a larger hurt pride.
The trip home included a stop at the Stillwell Ranch, where I found that Jasamine, the girl I met on the bicycle two days ago riding from Florida to California, had stopped there for 2 days and had a great time. As the dust storm increased in direct proportion to the increasing speed of the wind, we rode the tailwind home, taking time to photograph a dust-filtered sunset over Santiago Peak. Another —— day in Paradise!
Out on my bike this morning for my daily ride, I came upon a girl just leaning her bicycle against a highway sign. Suspecting possible bike trouble, I stopped to offer help. She was talking on the phone…bluetooth earbuds. She politely signed off and greeted me. Her name…Jasamine. She informed me she was from the Twin Cities, Minnesota, cycling coast-to-coast from St. Augustine, Florida, to San Jose, California. She works for a bike shop in Minneapolis, and had pedaled about 1700 miles so far. Just had to spend a week in Austin to wait out the snow, and after two days in Marathon, was headed through Big Bend NP, then on to Terlingua, TX. I told her she should stop at Stillwell’s Ranch, RV Park, and General Store for the night and catch the free concert of cowboy music put on by the Whitfords in the Hallie Stillwell Hall of Fame Museum every night until March. She said she would head that way, and with that, she was off. What a great adventure.
