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The Last Walk – Part 3

August 4, 2011

We think of Key West as pretty tropical, but I’ve news for you.  It’s not.

Key West is an anomaly – an island warmed most of the time by the Gulf Stream, but technically outside the tropics.  The Southernmost point gets cold fronts and dry seasons – things that just don’t happen here on Guam.  The result is some pretty spectacular jungle.

We grow tropical plants on Key West – on Guam, however, they’re fecund to the point of nuisance.

Any surface a plant may latch onto is adequate; growth inevitable.

It’s not uncommon to see men with machetes cutting back the jungle on the weekends around their yards; the island equivalent of mowing the lawn.

I’ve noticed something rather interesting – my feet don’t get dirty here like they do in Key West.  All the sand is coral – none imported (hah!) so the only variable has to be…cars – tailpipe soot, to be exact.

Small springs of water are called bo’bo in Chamorro.

The Pheebs found this interesting – a tree, felled by a typhoon, regrew itself and uses the remains of its trunk as a prop stand.  No – there’s no stopping Guam jungle from regeneration.

Enough walking – time for lounging.

The Pheebs loves her floater – and has spent many an hour atop.

Meanwhile – I watch the beach.

This little guy was a sand-flipping spaz.  He threw sand everywhere and at everybody – for two hours straight.  His mom was two yards away and said nothing.

I’ll leave you with my favorite photo of the last walk.

 

To be a kid on the beach!

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 4, 2011 10:21 am

    Man that is so beautiful there. And the water, man.
    Yes, to be a kid on the beach was the ultimate day as a child.

    • dangerboyandpixie permalink*
      August 4, 2011 4:25 pm

      Jeff!

      Why anyone would voluntarily live in a place with oven-roasting summers and butt-cold winters when there are places as these on the planet is beyond me.

      I met a serviceman yesterday from Kansas City who, after two months of being here, plunked down his savings on a house just up the road. This is IT for him – endless summer.

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