Travels on the s/v Elysium: Looky-loos

Now that Elysium's been checked out, its time to wander around and see the state of things.

Yes. Disaster tourism at its finest.

We see people working on the power in the marina, which gets Timmy all excited because power to the boat means a/c. It was not to be that evening--adding to the crankiness of overheated husband.
To his defense, they did say they were going to get all the pedestals tested and fixed by the end of the day...and then we watch the truck roll out at 4:30pm.

Marina was in pretty good shape overall, lots of pilings down and lots of trees damaged.

We went to check out the other Stock Island marinas, but they all had security personnel so we couldn't check on boats that we knew the owners of.

So, off to visit the ghost town that is Old Town Key West. I could get used to that, I tell you. For once Duval Street didn't smell like old booze, vomit and sadness.

BUT IT WAS TOO QUIET. Creepy.

Went full circle and wound up at Schooner Wharf bar. Locals there giving hugs and greeting returning friends. Found out one of the bartenders lost his boat, but considering that's his one and only house...he was pretty upbeat about it. Soon war stories of evacuees and war stories of those who stayed were shared.

Everything old school, cash only and counting change by hand. Gotta love it. After several more beverages, we all decided that Elysium's tramp stamp should stay. (It isn't)

Off to Mallory Square for sunset. All. To. Ourselves. The local homeless contributed their version of the celebration by raucously singing and drumming off key. Yes, you can drum off key, they had it perfected. Not off beat...off key.

Never made it down to Southernmost point to pay our respects, but she's getting patched up nicely I hear.

The building where our storage unit is at.
Things were a little dirty inside.

Hard to tell in picture, but this hunk of concrete is about 1 1/2 in thick.
NO IDEA where it came from. But not on my boat, so good.

Our normally shady treelined beach...not so much anymore.

Boats between our marina and the NAS. Not supposed to be there.
Moored boats didn't fair well.

Oooooof.

Nope. Not supposed to be like that.

ATONs are a little worse for the wear also. No night sailing for us for awhile.

Boaters worst nightmare. Think you got everything well in hand.
This was in the Historic Bight.

Mallory Square ... empty.

Mallory Square--beaten up.

Bricks just got washed away by wave action.
Even at high tide there's still a good 5 feet from water level to pier.

Bridge from Mallory Square to Margaritaville Resort

Some things will never change....

Little Irma humor.

Walking around there were people handing out food. For free. Wouldn't take money. Just glad to see people safe. Heroes of the day. Especially our buddy Pete, he did this starting the day after the storm hit. A local bar also handed out food for folks. No need to break into our supplies.