Seven Mile Bridge 11:38
:No Name Key, 12:05
Buck in velvet
A bit of a breeze
Old Bahia Honda bridge
There are 2 or 3 bays on the south end of No Name Key. Pressed for time, I did not explore them.
Black necked stilt
Cassiopeia Upside down jell fish. Thanks to Brooke L. for the ID
Approaching the bridge linking Big Pine and No Name Key. Half way point.
One way to keep cool. Stand in the shade, chest deep in muck.
This great egret was just past the landing spot.
Landed at 3:45
The herd was still there. Saw another deer up the next side street. I had enough pictures.
Called my sister, and nephew, Arlo, to let them know I was on my way. I would be staying at an apartment above Arlo's office.
I arrived, showered and headed to the White Street Pier for the most heartfelt memorial/funeral service I have ever been to. Including my father's. All handled by Arlo, Evan, and Elena.
Arlo's elegy was wonderful. Tying together the 1982 World Series, the Biblical stories of Noah and Jonah, seeking forgiveness, accepting fault on all sides. I had to look up elegy. Family and friends told stories, a prayer was offered, some of Scott's ashes were set out on the water, followed by rose petals from the gathering. The bulk of his ashes will be put in a chum ball and dropped in a favorite fishing spot later this summer by the 3 children.