Fiery sunset over West Palm Beach before the night descends
on our overnight passage sail into the Florida Keys.
Sailing sleep-deprived on an overnight sailing passage, and encountering oddities, sometimes truth seems stranger than fiction. Do we trust our eyes? Or logic? Is it possible to simultaneously share the same hallucinations?
These are the questions that arise… Together we attempt to apply the ordinary, to determine if we’re in a dreamstate just-too-out-there-to-be-true, but nevertheless, there it is.…
Biscayne Bay. Right in the heart of hurricane country, the Miami skyline fades into periwinkle silhoutte. Exiting the Atlantic, we re-enter the ICW (intracoastal waterway), sailing SW into the Northern-most portion of the Florida Keys….
"Beach house #1" between Miami and the Florida Keys.
“Yup. I’m pulling out the binoculars. Yup. Those truly are houses. Here. Totally unprotected, spindly, dilapidated and on stilts, surrounded by miles of water. Shades of Hitchcock, inhabited by birds, pastel-paint, decks, roofs and rails blotched white with bird crap. We are not just ‘seeing things’.”
We wonder aloud about “Stiltsville” (as we later discover it’s called -- click here for more about Stiltsville’s intriguing history, courtesy Wikipedia)….
|"Beach house" #2 -- a life-sized birdhouse, in Key Biscayne|
between Miami (skyline in the background) and the Florida Keys.
- What possessed the builders and buyers of these “waterfront properties”?
- Under what environmental assessment were they allowed to be built?
- Did they pay cash to build them (as there’s no way any sane bank would insure them with a construction loan)?
- How did they survive 1992’s Hurricane Andrew?
- How long has it been since they were occupied?
- Wow – that one with an unfaded flag – could it possibly be occupied?
|Boat in the "driveway." With that many birds present,|
unlikely it's an occupied residence.
A bit further South, amid Key Largo’s mansions, motley marinas, and tourist traps, we come across a
recently occupied but clearly uninhabitable home. This now poor, hapless houseboat’s bottomed out, gone “all
basement,” more in than out of the soft-bottomed, shallow intracoastal
|Houseboat in Key Largo with a basement mangrove view.|
Further still down the ICW, just past Key Largo, we see a more familiar waterfront home -- an enormous osprey nest atop a channel marker. It’s occupied, and looking decidedly more homey.
Of those waterfront domiciles, our feathered friend’s seems the most reliable.
Us? No roots. We do not live the American Dream.