One island is named No Name. A huge tethered balloon named Fat Albert keeps watch over the islands from two miles up. On the ground below, there’s a tower built for the sole purpose of attracting bats, as well as a graveyard with such irreverent epitaphs as “I told you I was sick,” and a colony of rare Key deer – the adults just thigh-high, antlers and all.

The Florida Keys exude a funky aura, but they’re also well loved by visitors, especially in winter, when sun and sea there are warmer than anywhere else in the continental United States.

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