After spending two straight weeks in Florida with leads on the boat coming and going, we decided to take a quick trip to the Keys to rejuvenate. We also hoped that maybe if we got away, and made ourselves inaccessible, our luck would turn on finding a buyer for the boat and we could continue with our road-trip.
And turn it did!
The turn didn’t happen right away. It actually started off a bit slow, stressful and not well planned; maybe we can blame it from living on a boat for too long. Either way, we failed to realize that you couldn’t just drop anchor in a car or for that matter park in someone’s backyard. We discovered quickly that we had forgotten how the “life on land” works. We jumped in the truck and took off. No plans were made. Not on where we would stay or what we would do. No water was brought for camping. Need I say more?
|Steve & Mika's house in Tavanier
|Full moon at the beach
Here’s where our luck began to change.
Steve and Mika had just arrived home from a day of charters on their sailboat. They had called us back, but of course, as luck would have it, our cell phone had run out of batteries and we had not packed the car charger. They were expecting to see us at some point and were very welcoming, offering us their guest loft for the night. We were relieved!
|Steve & Mika on their catamaran charters
The next day Steve and I went for a 3-mile jog and then we jetted off for an afternoon snorkeling excursion on their charter cat. We had a blast! Steve and Mika were such welcoming hosts, giving us a spare house key for the time we were in the Keys, telling us to feel free to come and go when we were around and giving us ideas of what to see and do while in the Keys.
Bahia Honda was a beautiful state park, but little did we know, that:
|Dusk view at Bahia Honda
2. You need special screens to keep the no-see’ums (tiny biting insects – and though they are tiny they pack a mean bite) out of your truck or tent.
3. Camping does not mean you are secluded from civilization; our 20 other neighbors were only a few steps away (this is not the Bahamas anymore)!
After a short nights sleep, in fear of being eaten alive, we continued south to Key West. It was fun to see, but hard to appreciate after coming back from the pristine crystal waters and deserted beaches of the Bahamas. While riding the conch train and seeing the conch homes, we learned much of the Key West history. Yes, I said conch (pronounced konk). Everything appeared to be named after the pink conch shell in Key West, starting to sound like a Tom Robbins novel.
|Conch house in Key West
We shot out of Key West in a hurry and headed back north to Islamorada. Here’s where our luck really took a turn for the BEST. We were invited to stay at a friend’s, who we had met in the Bahamas, resort. It was called The Moorings. This was not just any resort, it was recently rated #1 for small resorts in the Conde Nast Traveler’s magazine.
I mean, when would we ever get another chance, in our lives, to stay in an $800 a night room!