Approaching Fort Jefferson.
“The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle” Our transportation from Key West to the Dry Tortugas. Just Brett, myself and a hundred and ninety something other shipmates.
“No phone, no lights no motor cars, Not a single luxury, Like Robinson Crusoe, As primitive as can be.” Actually, at the time we visited, 10 people were living on the island full time. Several park rangers and their families. They built this make shift house into the side of the fort. They have all the same things I have in my home. Civilization is only a 2 1/2 hour boat ride away that is made daily. It’s weird to think about staying out here. Would you get lonely? You would hope everyone gets along.
Typical “Dead wood on the beach scene”. Brett said the wood looked like a swan.
“In the tropic island nest.”
Critters on a log in the water.
Critters on the sand.
Beach flowers were everywhere.
Walking along the moat wall.
On the top of the fort.
The other side.
The view from the inside. The water was amazing.
Fort Jefferson is old. You can read about it here. It was great to walk around and pretend you are the only one there. On your own private island. After walking around looking for birds, having lunch on the boat and then swimming and watching the fish, we headed back to Key West. I’m glad our “Minnow” made it back okay. We had smooth waters both ways.
All “quotes” from Gilligan’s Island.