My friend Robert, from Washington, was here for a few days to visit his mother. We were planning to
go kayaking but the launch at his mother’s enclave was under construction. Undaunted, and still in the
mood for an outing, we decided to bike the Black Island trail at Lovers Key.
The island was named after Black Augustus, a pirate who was captured but later escaped, making Black
Island his home. All along the trail we heard the mournful bellowing of an alligator deep in the swamp.
Black Augustus' ghost. Local legend has it that his treasure is still buried there. We didn’t find it.
So we went to the beach, to practice living well on next to nothing...