I knew I wanted to get on the water and paddle. I did not know for sure where I wanted to go. I started driving and my vehicle led me to the boat ramp at Cooley's Landing.
I have kayaked here perhaps 50 to 100 times before and kinda like reading the same scripture in the bible over and over for decades on end, you find new meaning each time you read the same scripture and each time you kayak paddle in the same body of water.
What was most noteworthy today?
The SW 7th Ave draw bridge has one of the metal mesh road ways that cars hum when they drive over it. Maybe I am becoming more sound sensitive in my older age, but I REALLY noticed the bridges humming sound today and thought who the hell would wanna buy a condo unit here or dock their boat there?
Even a half a block away, the sound is simply annoying. I think it would be an issue for resale or getting some one to buy in the first place. It REALLY takes away from all that this tranquil environment offers.
There must be like 500 units with in ear shot of this bridge. If I lived there I would create a petition or even a fund to pool together cash and have the draw span of the bridge redesigned. Even if it cost every neighbor $1,000, to pool together $500,000, which I am sure is much more than enough $$$. It would be worth it for peace of mind in not hearing cars humming all day long.
The road way of the bridge looks like this >>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxBT6c1_Tro
I let the current take me east. I paddled minimally. At this natural pace, I was able to take in the sights like never before. Not even the stroke of me paddling infringed upon observing the views.
On the right was the Downtowner Saloon, which has a sign that states it was built in 1926.
You pass sooo many new tall high rise residential posh condos, that the Alicia Keyes song NEW YORK comes to mind. I will post a You Tube link to it here.>>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocg4HuVB3o4
It's a nice song and I am sure you'll recognize it.
Speaking of concrete jungle (that Alicia speaks of). The Broward County jail is on your right. Pure poured concrete with minimal windows.
A couple of historic houses on the left side, including the museum of Fort Lauderdale.
Fort Lauderdale's first mayor has an inscription write up on the one bridge.>>> http://www.fortlauderdale.gov/news/2012/bridge_murals.htm
Once I reached the Riverside Hotel, which is basically Federal Highway, I turned around and began the work out paddle back. Against the out going current, it was a work out. All upper body though. Your ass sits stationary. Kinda like a wheel chair might work your arms but not your butt.
Plenty of sights to see on both sides of the river.
For those who walk on Riverwalk, there are thousands of bricks in the walk way in which people paid to have the bricks inscribed with what ever was their hearts desire. This originated like 15 years ago or so and the noteworthy thing that I can recall, aids was a relatively new virus back then. Many of these bricks are written in memory of a guy loving a guy, with their dates of birth and dates of death. You put two and two together and realize that many only lived to be in their 20's or 30's. Back then aids was a death sentence. Today aids is a life sentence. Meds prolong the aids afflicted persons life much longer today.
Kinda like how decades ago breasts implants had ghastly incisions under each breast and today they are done through the arm pit or nipple. Plastic surgery has come a long way in the past couple of decades, as has aids meds.
I paddle back to Coolies Landing SW 7th St bridge and hear the terrible humming of the bridge again and ponder who the hell and how the hell would any one buy real estate around there! Also if you dock your boat there you hear the humming of every car on the bridge. Annoying!
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