One of the things found was a tiny home. Okay, not tiny, but small. Very small. No one lives there anymore, but it still exists. There is also one next to it, right on A1A. It also looks like no one lives there. Of course, they are both sided with condos and large apartment buildings so I fear that one day they will be razed and replaced with anonymous cubes. Until then, how wonderful!
|Simple, old Florida|
|Ficus (or banyan)|
|This house is right on A1A, it even has a fireplace!|
|Not tiny but not anything fancy either|
|This car was in one of the driveways|
|The beach on one side, the ICW on the other|
|There aren't a lot of old vehicles around here, so the HULK stood out|
|Hillboro Inlet Lighthouse|
|What's not to like about Fresnel lamps/lights/lens?|
Along the way, I saw a store for electric bikes. I've always thought it would be nice to have one and thought, hey, I might as well go in and look. Of course, I sort of forgot that I was wearing a t-shirt over my bathing suit (wearing board shorts for bottoms, it wasn't far from shorts, right?) and sweat was literally bathing my face and body. Bathing, hell, I was a sweat fountain.
Of course it was a store with about eight bikes in it, no customers and one eager, though very nice, salesman. As we chatted, something got caught in my throat and I started choking (grass from the weedwhackers? I have no idea). Gasping out 'Water?' he ran to get some, no doubt sure that a lunatic homeless woman had come into his store to die. A few sips and I was fine, assuring him I was not going to become an insurance claim. Of course, then I had to listen to a few detailed descriptions of bikes I might want to try riding 'just to see how I liked them'. I declined, thanked him for the water, took his card and strolled out.
That was when I found the park. The water. The breeze. Hooray!!
|Honoring the Keepers of the Light|
|This bridge connects Pompano Beach and Hillsboro Beach|
In a pretty surreal moment, I was looking at the barrels on the bridge and thinking, Oh no! They are going to tumble down! And then, they didn't.
One of the things the bridge will have is a statue of the Barefoot Mailman, in homage to the mailmen who carried mail around South Florida before there were bridges. So they walked on the beach. For eighty miles, in the sand, loaded down with mail, it was beach and small boats across the inlets to deliver the mail. They deserve some recognition for sure!
On the way back, I cut through a pricier neighborhood. Funk still abounded.
|You can never have too many statues. I guess. |
A sitting lion, a sleeping lion, an eagle and I don't know what the other thing is.
|The biggest ponytail palm I've ever seen and the only one I've ever seen blooming.|
|Probably my favorite of the small homes, this one is also on A1A. |
Very Spanish, very cool.
|On the way back, I came by the canal again. |
These cement tables and benches are so Florida! This set is in really good condition.
Have a titillation of your tensions Thursday. Do something tunefully.