Back into the "traveling" routine. Up before dawn, coffee, breakfast, and on the move.
Once we left the Little Shark River, we stayed inside the "1 mile limit" around the Everglades as long as we could. The reason for this is that watermen are prohibited from placing crab pots within the 1 mile limit!
So we hugged the shore until we got to Cape Sable, and then struck out across the Florida Bay. Once outside the protection of the Everglades Park, the crab pot floats were so thick you could almost walk across the bay on them! It required constant vigilance. If you let your attention wander for even a moment, the next thing you know you're bearing down on a float and have to make a sharp maneuver around it. Especially the black ones, which are already practically invisible.
We have a prop on a strut, instead of snugly protected in a cutout on the keel. As a result, if we run over a float we WILL snag it, and I will have to go over the side to untangle it, something I NEVER want to have to do again!
So on we went, in our zig zaggy course, dodging pot after pot. The water got calmer and calmer. Finally, 7 mile bridge came into view on the horizon.
|7 Mile Bridge in the Distance|
Our passage through it was pretty uneventful. Looking down the space between the old and new spans reminded me of sailing under the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, as we have done many times at home.
|The Old Trestle|
|Reminds Me of Back Home|
We located Pearl, and Joanie "jumped ship" onto their dinghy to go in and register us (you have to do it in person!) while I idled around the harbor looking for anchorages. Once she came back, we anchored just outside the mooring field, close to Pearl.
Later that evening, we had Bruce & Gayleen over for sundowners and threw some steaks on the grill for dinner for us all.
|Our First Sunset in Marathon|
Life is good.