Turning the corner

After three and one half weeks and almost 800 miles we tie up to a mooring in Boot Key Harbor in the central Florida Keys. The voyage continues to exceed our expectations and we have had very few uncomfortable moments. Last night we expected to spend a rather lonely night anchored just inside the mouth of the Snake River, about as remote location as there is in the southeast US. The guides also warn of man eating no-see-ums, flies and bugs. We pulled in about 1PM to find another boat there and by sundown were surrounded by nine others. We wound up having a pleasant evening on the back deck sans bugs and watching the others party. The trip down today was on glassy waters like a azure blue magic carpet. We will rest here and do a few boat chores then off Tuesday finally headed toward where we are going, north to the Chesapeake Bay. Hopefully Miami by Thursday and points north at about 40 miles per day with a few days off until we get to Savanna, the magic latitude to keep our insurance company peaceful.

The Admiral speaks:
Had a wonderful stop at Gasparilla We tied up at a marina across the bay where it was quiet and out of the rolls. In the morning decided to venture across to the little village of Boca Grande about 5/6 miles away. It was a beautiful day with flat seas and all was right with the world. We had a delightful walk around the town and expected to find a quaint little cafe to sit a spell and take in the passing tourists. The main water main in town had broken so ended up on a sidewalk eating a shared tuna sandwich. Hey, life is not what you expect. We got in the dinghy and cast off into a fine channel headed back across the bay. We edged slowly along the coast and then made a break for the 5 mile run across the bay. Just got away when the wind started to blow and the smoke from all the fires descended upon us. I suggested that we turn back only to be told by the Captain that it was better to continue. A sports boat came up asking where the bridge was and since we were wondering the same thing were no help. We pounded on into the wind straining to see land and hoping not to get run over by the big boats running in the main channel. About this time I made mention that I thought we had made a mistake not paying the $50.00 fee for car rental to do our touring in for the day. About the time I thought the Lord himself should take over the smoke lifted and the relieved look on the Captain's face told me he knew where we were. Lessons are learned in every adventure ... this one will not be forgotten. A few more pictures on picasaweb.google.com/lropka.