Indian Key was once built up as a typical east Coast Victorian town, and was successful for many years until about 1840 when it was attacked by Indians who killed all of the inhabitants and burned all the buildings. Today, there’s nothing left but foundations, rainwater cisterns and a few streets being overtaken by the jungle-like plants. Not much to see, except the tour guide provided interesting naturalist type info on the flora and fauna.
Then we went to some mangrove islands, which were not islands at all. They look like islands covered with trees, but the trees are mangroves growing in about 4 ft. of salt water with channels 6 to 10 ft deep around the islands.....no land! It's somewhat like the Little Shark River on Florida's West Coast, except these are like little islands in the gulf.
Then we spotted a pelican that had a fish hook stuck in the skin of its neck and the fishing line had wrapped around mangrove branches so the bird was caught. The guide just felt we had to help it, so we did, by tilting the motor up and pulling the boat into the trees and cutting the line holding the pelican captive. Then when it was swimming free, I scooped it up in a net from the boat and the guide held it while I got the fish hook out of its neck. We let t go and it swam off, too tired to fly, but pretty much OK.
Ann will leave for Curacao tomorrow and we’ll get ready to go on towards Key West, stopping along the way.
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