Drove my Chevy to the.........

I know, the next word should be levee, THE famous song by Don McLean;   

But in this case, it was Spring Break 1973, and Don's song was playing as we drove across seven-mile bridge to Key West.  We borrowed my mom's Chevy Vega.....So, I drove my Chevy Vega to Key West (I know, it doesn't rhyme); set up our tent in the howling wind at Boyd's Campground, "The southernmost campground in the U.S."), and explored Key West.




 
 



Our 1972 tent site at Boyds



Our 2011 RV site, no water view



Well, we're back for Spring Break 2011, and can't say we feel any older; well for the most part.  Set up our RV at Boyds, still the most southern campground in the U.S. (continental); place got spruced up alot!! Then we went out and did all of the stuff to do here in Key West.  Ate stone crab, pink shrimp, and key lime pie; biked to the beach and played volleyball (at least thought about it); and watched the sun go down at Mallory Square.  We did have to stop the jugglers from using our bikes in their juggling act! 

All good memories both now and 38 years ago (can't believe where the time's gone).  From this point we're heading home - more stops on the way, but we're "homeward bound."

PS  Had to include in this blog a shot of the Key West cemetary...is it our age?
Located in the center of town at the "DEAD END".