A late start, coupled with some rain, delayed our departure to the keys.wending through Miami was not for the feignt of heart, but we eventually found ourselves on Old Cutler road, which delivered ourselves from the land of Jiggy while offering tasteful views of some lower Miami communities. We were especially impressed with Coconut Grove where the Crawl for Cancer was in full effect.
After a few more towns begins an 18 mile stretch of marshy hell that leads to the keys. One lane each way, with a shoulder drawn my a three year old and then puked on by every cement truck in America. A sign counts the number of fatalities thus far this year on the highway (5), which warms the soul.
But then, just when things could not be any crappier, joy came in the form of a hotdog stand run by two very cool and gracious women who supplied us with water and peanuts cooked with their own special recipe. We wish them well and want to say thanks again. .
We finally rolled into Key Largo, Charles' back tire in utter disrepair. The worst part is over. Key West, here we come.
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Just heard your radio interview - very cool!! Glad to hear you are almost at your destination. I do remember that narrow road down into the keys. Hope you didn't meet any gators on the way. Have a brewski at Hemingway's and safe trip returning home!
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