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Demen's Landing

Besides the Themis I also saw other interesting things, while visiting the Landing the other day. Every once in a while I'll dust off the bicycle, grab my camera and peddle up a few blocks then hit the Pinellas Bike Trail and into Downtown.  The trail takes you right to the Tropicana, home of the Rays, and a few blocks in will take you to Demen's Landing.  



Daytime skyline of St. Pete.



Few creatures are as ungainly looking as the pelican. 


Pelicans are a singularly ugly bird when on land, but pretty darn graceful and majestic in the air. 


Napping


A two-master anchored by the Pier.


Beautiful Spring day on the Bay.  




These sailboats were from a local training school.  These are manned by kids and there was a boat nearly with an engine radioing instruction on when to tack, hoist the jib, and lower the mainsails.




These two are heading out into the Bay for a nice day of boating.

Thus ends a nice bicycle ride to the Bay.  Demen's Landing, as I have written before, is my second favorite spot to just chill.  Behind you is the public marina so you can easily see craft come and going.  Over to the left is The Pier, and to the right is the Alfred Whitted airport.  In front is the Bay.  It is not a tourist hub, so there are never people there, except for the occasional homeless person lying down on the picnic tables.  They are pretty much rousted early and told to move on, however.  It is the proverbial "dock of the bay" and the place I come to take night shots of the skyline.  Cool place.  But it can't hold a candle to the Vinoy park.  

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