CAMP GRANADA
For a
week or so, all of our camping was in the hammocks of Florida. There were coastal hammocks, interior
hammocks, young hammocks (with pine trees), old hammocks (without), swampy
hammocks (with cypress trees and alligators) and upland hammocks (without
cypress trees and alligators). I think
that aboriginal Florida must have been entirely one or another type of hammock,
at least the parts that aren’t beach. My
personal favorite is the one with the knotted strings that get hung between two
trees, but tying things to trees isn’t allowed in Florida state parks.
We
entered Florida on the 5th of January. It wasn’t real cold, but it wasn’t real warm
either. Except for 2 or 3 days out of
the last 16, it has been cloudy and breezy.
So, we were very much looking forward to getting to the Florida
Keys. According to brochures and
websites, it is always sunny and beautiful in the Keys. Our first few days in the Keys were cloudy
and cool, making us seriously reconsider whether the extra drive was worth it
and whether we would ever return. We
said as much to son Ben on Saturday afternoon.
I was feeling like that old ditty, “Camp Granada” by Allan Sherman. Sunday morning was more of the same, but it
wasn’t a bad day to ride the tandem to Big Pine Key to see the little Key
deer. They were small, but I was
expecting the full grown ones to be the size of fauns. They were about ¾ the size of Long Island
deer. Anyway, when we returned to the
campground, I said that would like to try swimming. However, the clouds and wind did not make it
seem very attractive, so I returned, defeated, to the camper. I was not a happy camper. However, around 2 o’clock the sun came out. I was not sanguine that it would last more
than 15 minutes. But it did! The water was clear and cool. The sand was gorgeous white coral sand, which
is soft and gentle on the feet. So, as
in the Camp Granada song, I told son Ben to kindly disregard my earlier
evaluation.
Monday
morning, we got up early to go on a glass bottom boat that takes you on a tour
of the coral reefs off of Key Largo. The
weather held and, more importantly, neither of us got sea sick. It was a beautiful morning over the reef and
we saw a lot of beautiful creatures. No one talked about the fact that the corals were pretty much bleached out. It wouldn't be good for business. We
ate lunch out at a place highly recommended by Trip Advisor. It wasn’t very good, but that’s par for the
course here in Florida. The best meal we
have had out here was lunch at a Cracker Barrel.
The
last couple of days have been like those perfect summer days on Long Island, and
we filled them with kayaking, biking, walking, wading and swimming. We lucked into a little cove today where we
found a place where you could stand on an old concrete bulkhead and see a
myriad of fishes close up. It was better
than the boat trip out to the reef. A
pelican amused us fishing and eating his fill within a few feet of us.
Late
today, Stefani and I decide to take our chairs a little way down the road and
watch the water. It was somewhat windy
today, and I took the chairs to a place not so protected. First, my hat blew off and went into the
drink. I didn’t want to lose my hat, so
I decided to run and get the kayak. By
the time I got out, the wind, the currents and the fact that the hat sunk made
the chances of its recovery the hat practically nil. But I gave it a good try. About that time, I heard Stef yell out that
one of our chairs had also blown into the drink.
I raced to the scene, just as it sank beneath the surface. Kayak paddles do not make a good boat hooks,
so wrangling the chair into the boat involved skill that I apparently do not
possess. I finally got it out after
about the fourteenth try. Not sure the
cursing helped, but I uttered copious amounts of it as I flailed and failed
repeatedly. Looking back, I am not sure
whether to think that the chair wouldn’t have gone in if I had just let the hat
go, or whether it was lucky that I had already launched the kayak to look for
the hat, which allowed me to salvage the chair.
I, of course, prefer the latter interpretation of events.
This evening, we are pretty sure that we will give this a go again next year, if we can score a reservation. It took awhile to relax a little and just enjoy it, but we are now getting it. Even more so that we are seeing predictions for a snow storm back home on Saturday. I kind of like snow, but not as much as this.