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’.”