Indian Key State Historic Site

Indian Key State Historic Site is an island within the Florida State Park system located just a few hundred yards southeast of U.S. 1 within the Florida Keys. The island was briefly inhabited in the middle of the 19th century, but is now an uninhabited ghost town. It is frequently visited by tourists, and is the subject of an archaeological project to uncover the historic building foundations.

The park was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1972.

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