| Plenty
of coastal Florida communities brag about operating on Island time...but
Matlacha on Pine Island raises slow living to an art form.
Take
Old Florida scenery, mom and pop hotels, swaying palm trees, glistening
water, boats encrusted with barnacles -- then splash it all in bright
colored paint, throw in a rotating population of redneck fishermen,
a few small bars soaked in cheap beer and enough fresh caught fish
to feed a small country -- then you'll understand...Matlacha is
unlike anywhere else on Earth.
Small
businesses boast hand painted signs and the main strip is lined
with counter-culture art galleries. The tropical atmosphere keeps
blossoming flowers in eternal bloom and Gulf access canals are in
every backyard.
Notable
local artists compete with eachother, erecting gaudy displays of
neon quirkyness. The exteriors of their buildings become works of
art, themselves. Ridiculous offbeat strangeness becomes the singular
localof vibrant pastel energy onto all surfaces willing to receive
it -- merging with the history of this stretch of land long celebrated
for the abundant and precious bounty of its marine ecosystem. color
seeping its infectious explosion
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Fire
and Rust seem to constantly eat away at the eccentric legacy of
this place -- a place with blatant distaste for change and modernization.
In
Matlacha, the sun consistently shines on the way things once were,
the way things still are and the way things will continue to be
well into the visible future -- a future of vivid kaleidoscopic
living...and a future of silence and solitude...broken only by the
live music and lively banter of the nightly crowds carousing at
Bert's Bar and Grill.
Matlacha
is a uniquely American destination in Southwest Florida. It's a
modern-day psychedelic fish camp where artists, bikers, conservationists,
historians, musicians, drunks and tourists all compose a colorful
melody hummed in the key of life.
Currently,
construction has made an open sore of the Fishingest Bridge in the
World...but progress towards the future is a battle constantly being
debated and waged in this paradise of vivid contrasts.
Next
time you get the urge for altered consciousness...skip the drugs
and head down Pine Island Road, instead. Matlacha will be waiting. |