|By: Paul S. Cilwa||Viewed: 6/20/2019
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|All about the fourteenth day of my 65th Birthday Trip.|
Today we drove through the Fort Lauderdale, Miami, and on the Florida Keys Scenic Highway. And then there were our adventures with figuring how best to deal with Florida's many toll roads, many of which do not accept cash or credit.
|Starting Point||Blue Cypress Park, Florida|
|Ending Point||Big Pine Key, Florida|
|Accommodations||Big Pine Key Fishing Lodge|
|Estimated Driving Time||5 hours 17 minutes|
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As usual, I awoke ahead of Keith and used the personal time to take (more) photos of our campsite at Blue Cypress Fish Camp.
But Keith wasn't far behind me; and, after showering and striking camp, we headed South on our way to the Keys. Or so we planned. But then there turned out to be a problem, or at least, an issue. The highway system in South Florida is rife with toll roads. The GPS app in my phone allows one to avoid toll roads, but doing so, it predicted, would add many hours to our journey. So we agreed the cost of the tolls would be worth it. But the first toll booth we came to, didn't take credit cards and wouldn't accept cash, either. The toll booth operator took down my license info and said I could pay when I got home, but that the Florida Highway folks wouldn't want us to do this the rest of the way to Key Largo. He suggested we get a SunPass device, available at most local stores, and afix it to the inside of the windshield. It had to be pre-loaded with a minimum of $10 and then reloaded as needed; but we wouldn't have to even slow down for a toll booth, as the sensors (called a "gantry") suspended over the road would be able to read the device as we passed under it.
Our original plan was to free camp at a spot on Sugarloaf Key called Pirates' Cove. However, when we arrived, we discovered that the place had been blocked off to motorized vehicles. Keith researched on his phone and learned that, since the place was last reported at the free campsite web site I used, it had become "infested with homeless people" and so closed. So now, to prevent homeless people from using it, no one can use it. How typically Florida.
We next tried Bahia Honda State Park, but they were full. (The guy told me people made reservations 9 months in advance to get a spot.) They recommended nearby Big Pine Key Fishing Lodge, and that's where we ended up.
Big Pine Key is one of just a few that is still home to the endangered Key Deer. These deer are small, the size of a large dog, and now occupy just a handful of the lower keys. (Before the coming of the highway and vacation homes being built right and left, the Key Deer lived on all the keys.)
Thus, they wander through the campground but it's illegal to feed or even touch them; and, for the most part, people seem to respect those rules. So the deer are relaxed around humans but they don't expect people to hand them food and so are not agressive about asking. They will, we were warned, open and get at any food that is left outside the car and tent.
Our campsite, this first night, was, at my request, right on the edge of the channel. The breeze was brisk enough to whisk away gnats while not strong enough to tear the tent down (once we had secured it with guylines to neighboring trees).
And then the moon rose over the water, and it seemed like it just couldn't get any better.
And so, with gratitude, Keith and I turned in for the night.
And, almost immediately, new campers pulled in, and noisily set up their campsite—it took them hours—while playing their radio. I didn't actually mind the music (it was tunes I actually play at home as I'm going to sleep) but someone kept adjusting the volume. UP…down…LOUDER…softer…
Each time I was about to doze off, they would adjust the damn thing and wake me up.
Then a boat went by. I could hear it, but minutes later I could smell the fumes of its diesel engine. And I don't just mean "smell". It was overpowering; I could barely breathe. I used to drive a big rig; I know what diesel smells like but I had never before experienced such a suffocating stench—not even from my ex's farts.
I forced myself to do a mindfulness exercise to get through the night. But I had every intention of moving to some completely different campground in the morning.