The next morning, Marc and I were off to at long last give Marc his first look at the Keys. We left Nick behind to play a $105 round of golf on Sanibel before he would head back to Lake Eustis and set up the Dutchman. Marc and I drove south along the Gulf through a not terribly prepossessing Naples and on across the Everglades which from time to time figure prominently in Doc Ford's adventures. Alas, in broad daylight and from the highway, they seemed far less exciting than they always seem to be for Doc Ford. Although we did see one alligator crossing the road in front of us! Eventually we hit Hwy 1 north of Homestead, and duly arrived at ...

... the Keys which Marc pronounced to be very well worth the long, boring drive that preceded them. The drive was long enough that we never did stop at any of the marvellous picture-taking places and only got this pic which really does not do the Keys justice!! We in fact stopped only at a couple of book stores, a West Marine, and ...

... here where Al suddenly had to run in to address a very pressing case of the runs. The one toilet was plugged but Al could wait no longer and downloaded anyway. My apologies to the kind gentleman who let me use the facilities. Meanwhile, Marc wandered with his camera and found ...  

... this: where else but in the Keys would you find a plane parked in someone's driveway!!??