There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Dry Tortugas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dry Tortugas. Show all posts

20 December 2010

Dry Tortugas

In the early morning light, I stood on the pier holding the leaflet explaining about the history of our destination, waiting to board the Yankee Freedom. I entered the vessel, found a comfortable bench near the front of the boat, and got ready for the two plus hour ride out to Dry Tortugas National Park and Fort Jefferson.

Putting the ear buds in, I hit shuffle and read about how the Fort contained over 16 million bricks, and how this place was a gateway guarding the USA during the Spanish-American war in the 1800's. "Fascinating" I thought to myself, but it wasn't the history of this place that intrigued my interest. For someone that lives life alone, being in an area so secluded from the rest of civilization was reason enough to set foot on the island. I crave desolation.

As we pulled up to the dock, I was surprised by how small it is. The Fort encases almost the entirety of the island. There is only two girls that greet us, both park rangers that live full time on Tortugas. I think I found a new place to work, read, write....

After a day filled with exploring, snorkeling, and laying on the beach soaking up the sun, it was time to say goodbye. Til we meet again, my fair tropical paradise.