Lake Worth North in Palm Beach to Faber Cove–Ft. Pierce
45.7 NM 6 hours 53 minutes
We rewarded ourselves an extra 30 minutes this morning before leaving. The bridge opening was a little later, so we took advantage and had took smaller sips of our coffee. The day’s forecast was perfect, with no threat of rains or storms. More beautiful homes kept us looking. Luxury yachts 100+ feet long are commonplace here. The young men that work on these boats have job security. It takes elbow grease and gallons of sweat to keep these beauties in top condition, so the cleaning and maintenance crews are full time on many boats.
I really think I could put a few balls in the water on this hole.
Our first bridge of the day–we were ready 4 minutes before the scheduled opening.
I always laugh when I see these signs. They tell me I can now increase my speed to 25 mph. But 8 mph is all can we can do…assuming the current is behind us.
One of these condo units, near Jupiter, belongs to our good friends, the Stein’s, from Rochester, NY. We have visited with them here a couple times.
This isn’t a side creek; it’s the middle of the ICW. The bridge tender told me to blast the horn if they wouldn’t move as I approached. He said I had the right of way. I crept closer and they moved, without incident. One of the funnier scenes to me. Fishing must be real good right here.
I believe this is the Federal Bridge. It opens on demand, so we didn’t have to time this opening.
Our son, Ben, has been on this boat. It’s a beast in every sense of the word. This steel hulled ship literally travels the world. We met the captain last year, but we had never seen the boat.
After we were underway, we reached out to Chris/Alyse Caldwell, who are from Vero Beach. They are professional boat trainers. We hired Chris in early 2019 to train us on our boat. He traveled with us from Daytona Beach to Brunswick. I learned the basics of maintenance and boat handling from Chris. He is an excellent teacher and communicator. His knowledge of boats is broader than most; his people skills excel, and he’s a pleasure to have around. He built my confidence, encouraged me, and made sure I was prepared to handle a boat like this before leaving us in Brunswick.
We rendezvoused with them in Ft. Pierce. They suggested the Faber Cove anchorage, one much better than the one we had planned. Then they worked out an arrangement in a private marina with one of their contacts, allowing us to park our dinghy for a couple hours. They picked us up in their van and took us to a restaurant where we had an early dinner and a great visit. It was good to catch up with them. I regret that I failed to get a picture of them.
Faber Cove was similar to the Sunset Basin, in that it was almost completely surrounded by land. Nice condos on all sides, we enjoyed the anchorage with only one other boat. We were well protected from the wind and had plenty of swing room.
We returned to the boat after dinner, I did a little blogging, Amanda did a little knitting, and we called it a day.
Sunrise Bay to North Lake Worth; Ft. Lauderdale to Palm Beach
42.5 NM 8 hours, 15 minutes
Today’s journey was from Sunset Basin near Ft. Lauderdale to Lake Worth-North. We left 30 minutes ahead of Steve and Susie for a fuel stop. One of the pleasant surprises of this trip has been the fuel economy of our slow boat. The bonus (bad economy usually means cheaper fuel) has been the drastic reduction in the fuel prices. After paying over $5.00/gallon (only once) in Canada last summer for diesel, I happily paid $1.94 today. They threw in all the ice I needed and topped off our water tank. As we pulled out of the fuel dock, Steve and Susie drove by, timing our rendezvous perfectly.
We continued our gawking at the real estate, wondering how can so many people make so much money and all congregate in one area. Often, we would say, “Surely, that’s a hotel.” But each time the structure was a single family dwelling. For entertainment, we’d pull up a real estate web site and check out a house. For example, one we liked was $6.65 million. But the pool was just too small, so we decided not to make an offer. Our favorite sign said, “Now reduced to $4,995,000.00.” We passed through Boca Raton, which drips with wealth. The places are immaculate. We passed the Boca Raton Resort where Amanda and I attended a fire sprinkler convention on my 50th birthday. We stayed in the tower overlooking the lake, enjoyed great times with friends from the industry, and made lots of memories. It was fun seeing it from the water side.
It would be fun to bring the boat here in the Boca Raton Resort. I need a good surge in the stock market first.
Lake Boca Raton was commercial on this side and private residences on the other. The homes don’t look that much different than the resort hotels.
Bridge construction
The trellis raises to 65′ at mid tide.
The 63′ mast on this sail cat cleared the bridge span by about 1 foot. Unfortunately, the other sail cat behind him had a 65′ mast and had to turn around, leave the ICW, and go into the Atlantic to continue northbound.
One of the newest bridges we saw.
The Palm Beach Yacht Club in the foreground. Pretty sure that’s a hotel in the background, not another private residence.
Our anchorage in North Lake Worth, Palm Beach. I couldn’t get the light right to show it, but the boat with all the lights was named Honey. Sa-weet, indeed.
Lightning in the background toward the ocean; Steve’s boat in the foreground. The lightning stayed in the Atlantic this night.
Lake Worth North was a pretty anchorage. We did get our late afternoon thunderstorm, but we can’t hold that against the anchorage. The storms are becoming quite the norm.
The anchorage, we learned later, is the neighborhood of Jack Nicolas’ home. Wished we had known before we left. I’d have called The Bear and asked him over for supper. Rumor has it Tiger Woods’ home is here, too. Too bad we missed it.
Steve and Susie came over for dinner. I threw the dinghy in the water, picked them up, and we enjoyed orzo salad, grilled chicken, asparagus, and for dessert, Blue Belle ice cream with Amanda’s famous homemade chocolate sauce. After the sugar buzz wore off, I slept really well.
Miami Virginia Key Anchorage to Sunrise Bay/Ft. Lauderdale
We pulled out of south Miami around 7. Our planned, shorter day, 27 NM (but still 5 hours), meant we could enjoy (rubberneck) the landscape of this first day inside the ICW. With the number bridges we had to navigate, the pace of the day was even slower (as hard as that may be to believe). This waterway contains some of the most expensive real estate in the world. Our mouths hung open as we perused countless multi-million dollar homes. And most of them have boats, correction, mega yachts sitting at the private docks. They all are what I call “2 comma” boats and private residences. All the properties have 2 commas in their value. Amanda said, “I have never heard the brand names of most of these boats.” And my reply, “you never will, dear, you never will.”
Not a bad start to the day
The Miami skyline
Just a few short days ago, I was in the midst of downtown having my right coronary artery unclogged. I like this view much better the ceiling of the OR.
The empty amusement park and the Hard Rock Cafe beside.
Most cruise ships looked abandoned during the virus.
Not long after the day’s start, we had to dodge the Liberty of the Seas
Our friends’ boat in front of the Miami skyline.
Peek a boo! I named this one: Asleep on the job.
I don’t know what this boat is used for, but I bet it will fly!
4 stories (above the waterline)
Had to take a picture of the only Biden sign we saw.
Not everybody loves their boat. Barnacles covered the bottom and the outdrives.
We saw these horses in the wild.
One of the prettiest, unusual boats I have seen. Would love a tour of this one.
Highland, north of Miami
More, cheap real estate.
We started to buy this one, but the back yard was just too small for the grandchildren.
This humble abode was one of my favorites.
As I mentioned, many bridges cross the ICW in the metro areas. Most are low enough to require opening for our passage. We frequently wait for the next scheduled opening. Bridges open either on the hour and half hour or on the quarter and three quarter hour. So, once you get into the rhythm, seldom is our wait more than 5 minutes but our pace is always slow. It’s all part of the adventure, so we remember we aren’t on a schedule and try to soak it all in.
I love draw bridges, except when I have to wait for them.
We arrived at the anchorage just after noon, so we had a long afternoon to chill. Steve and Susie had stopped at a boat yard to have some minor work done on the control board of their stabilizers. They soon caught up with us and anchored off our port side a safe distance away. Shortly after, I was on the cockpit (back porch) writing this blog when I heard this strange knocking sound. Amanda had stretched out on the couch in the salon, so I got up, assuming she was tapping on something in the galley. She asked me what I was hammering outside. As I answered that I wasn’t hammering, I heard it again. I walked back outside and heard it again. I had nothing running, but couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. One last time, the knocking sounded like it was in the hull of my boat, so I leaned over the gunnel and there was Susie hanging on the side of my boat laughing at us. Steve had swum to the other side and started knocking again. These 2 goofy friends had slipped into the water from their boat, quietly swam to ours, and started the knocking on the boat side. They have made our trip more fun and their sense of humor keeps us guessing as to what might happen next.
Steve here, setting his anchor in Sunrise Bay.
Sunrise Bay is just off the ICW. A popular anchorage because it is surrounded by homes almost entirely; wind is seldom a threat from any direction. With a nice breeze through the evening and night, we swung gently with the other boats and enjoyed stress free sleep.
We ran “outside” in the bluewater all day. 40.6 NM,
A restful night at Rodriguez Key and we were off to Miami shortly after 7. The forecast wasn’t quite what we hoped for, but by no means a show stopper. Tropical Storm Arthur, first named storm of the year, did not affect us, since most of it was working its way up the Carolina’s coast today. That said, the partly cloudy day turned to mostly cloudy, and we did get one of those widely scattered thunderstorms shortly after our departure. But the seas were flat and most of the day was breezy enough to keep us from getting too sweaty. We left the open water and entered Key Biscayne, south of downtown Miami. Our plan was to anchor at a place called Miami Stadium Anchorage, but it was packed out with boats. All Talk II and the Honey Queen backtracked about a ½ mile to the south side of the Bay Bridge, where we still had a view of the Miami skyline. This anchorage is much more exposed to southerly winds, but the storm we were watching was north of Miami, so we felt safe. However, feelings should always be verified with facts when it comes to boating.
Steve and Susie asked us to join them for burgers on the grille (still my favorite meal choice). So I splashed the dink and we puttered 100 yards to their 70’ Marlow mother ship, All Talk II. We ate on the flybridge and watched the clouds grow more and more ominous. We finished eating and decided the weather wasn’t going to be as kind to us as we had forecasted. Steve and I both have come to the conclusion that meteorology is not in our future. We made a joint decision it was in our best interest to get our _ _ _ back to the boat, or Steve and Susie would have guests for the night. The rain started as we secured the dinghy on our swim platform. We secured the rest of the windows just as the bottom fell out. Then the lightning came. Then the hail. The winds picked up and our boat (and the 70 footer, too), did almost a 360 turn in the bay. I dragged anchor at least 300 feet. Winds peaked at 43 knots on my wind meter (we spoke to friends the next day who were anchored around the corner, who said they saw 63 on their wind meter). I was thinking that if it was raining cats and dogs right now, they would have hit the side of our boat, not landed on top. We were rocking and I was hoping that the mast on top of the boat (aka lightning rod) would not attract any high voltage from the air waves. I mopped water the whole time that was blowing through the windows and doors and about 20 minutes later, the storm left us and we finally exhaled.
Our first look at the Miami skyline, approaching from the South, Monday afternoon.
The Bay Bridge
The city framed by the Bay Bridge
The weather threat was now imminent. I didn’t get any pictures of the storm. I was too busy praying and holding on.
We were happy to see the skyline after the storm. It had disappeared and we couldn’t tell which way we were facing for awhile.
We were grateful the storm left as fast as it came.
The worst behind us, we watched a few minutes of The Voice (my Admiral’s favorite show) before we went to bed. We had experienced more than a widely scattered thunderstorm…it was severe. I’ll be happy to miss those in the future.
The track doesn’t show well, but we ran from Marathon to Key Largo (Rodriguez Bay).
Home…March, April & May
We rose early at 6:00 am to an alarm clock. Not setting an alarm has been one of the easiest adjustments to the retired life. Forty plus years of 5:30-6:00 am have easily been replaced with being waked by the light in the room. I had a little trouble remembering how to set it, especially for that early. My more recent talent has been setting the timer on my watch for my afternoon nap. I digress. Tom and Paula and Robert and Carolyn sacrificed their morning sleep-in and assisted the Honey Queen and All Talk II with their lines. The marina boys had promised to be there at 7 to help, but ended up calling us on the VHF about 7:20 apologizing for missing our departure. Though we had plenty of help and didn’t need them, they did miss out on a pretty good tip that I had planned to give them. They have been great servants and have accommodated our stay above and beyond what we would have expected. We hope to spend time here again next year, and use Marlin Bay as a springboard to the Bahamas, if the Lord wills.
These 4 guys joined us right after we pulled out. We never grow tired of seeing them.
Our private Sea World show.
The Channel Five Bridge where crossed into the Atlantic from Florida Bay
Amanda pondering life.
Our journey was 47 NM and our destination Rodriguez Bay. It was probably one of the prettiest days we’ve experienced on the Loop. We arrived early afternoon, got the anchor settled, and Steve and Susie swam over to our boat for a visit. We hadn’t seen them since yesterday, so we had lots to catch up on. Seriously, we have so enjoyed their sense of humor and are thrilled to have a buddy boat to plan with and to discuss destination possibilities. And it never hurts to have a second set of eyes and ears to talk things through.
We rode the dingy over to our other friends, Ted and Robin, on the Curtis Sea, then over to Mike and Marylou’s on Enshallah. After running out of people to talk to, we returned to our boat, had a nice hot dog dinner and then watched 60 Minutes. In case you have not heard: there’s a virus out there, the economy is in terrible shape, “certain” leaders are doing a terrible job, and the climate is getting warmer. I felt much better informed about what is going on (because I had not heard any of this ever before).
I ran the generator for a while to get the batteries topped off for the evening, and we shut it all down for the night. Tomorrow, we head to Miami, with the weather almost as promising for us.
With the forecast of lots of wind and rain the week of the 11th, we decided leaving later was a wise choice. It ended up being a blessing in disguise.
First, after that 2 hours of playing guitar Friday night, I woke up Saturday morning hurting in my wrist (yes, the same right wrist that had a tube and wire run up it just 5 days before. Apparently, I singlehandedly (yes, that’s an attempt at humor) inflicted such inflammation in my wrist that I could hardly lift my arm Saturday-Monday. I sat around whining, icing and elevating my wrist, until the pain started letting up Monday. The heart cath was a piece of cake, compared to this.
A few pictures from last week’s National Dinghy Ride Day that were shared with me later.
Most of the week passed without any drama. Tuesday, we were able to go out to dinner at one of the partially opened restaurants.
The ladies managed to get more lobster in their mouths than on their clothes.
Amanda and Susie enjoyed Maine lobster, while Steve grabbed some sushi and nearly caught his face on fire with an overdose of wasabi. I ate a boring (delicious) grouper.
It rained relentlessly most of the week; some said we got almost 6 inches.
Lots of rain and wind postponed our departure.
Our weather has been perfect nearly since we arrived, so with the rainy season upon us, we aren’t complaining. It’s been a nice stay at the marina.
Living the boat life in a luxurious marina. Sometimes, we do have to wash clothes.
Friday night, 8 of us gathered and went to dinner once last time. Several of us will be leaving and going different directions and we will miss these opportunities to hang together. Robert/Carolyn, Tom/Paula, Steve/Susie, and us caught a $6.00 taxi ride to Castaway-Marathon.
Castaway–Marathon, F.
Tom, Paula, Wes, Amanda, Susie, Steve, Carolyn, & Robert
The food and friends were great!
Not this guy’s first rodeo, he made a nuisance of himself begging for food.
It was great to hang with these friends that 2 months ago we never knew existed.
Friday afternoon, evening, and night at Marlin Bay Resort & Marina.
This conch family circled up on the sidewalk near the boat.
Saturday, the 16th, we spent the morning prepping the Honey Queen for our Sunday departure. Fluids, strainers, filters, etc. The same routine I was used to doing daily for so much of our trip. Now, I had to think. Not having run the engine or generator for weeks, I gave them a little test run to ensure their performance was up to par. We made our last trip to Publix, mask in hand, to provision for what may as long as a week before we see a grocery again. This can sometimes be a challenge with a refrigerator as small as ours. We picked up a couple bags of our ice for our Yeti to handle the overflow. Steve and Susie have an ice maker on board their yacht, and graciously offered to lend us ice if we run short.
Saturday afternoon, most every remaining boater at Marlin Bay gathered at the pool for Analise’s birthday party. Mark and Lana’s special needs daughter turns 17 this week and has been one of the highlights of our time in Marathon. Her sweet, sweet spirit and personality have been a joy to us all. Several of the ladies decided to put the surprise event together. We all bought small gifts and ice and cake were served. Analise was thrilled and surprised. We enjoyed watching her tear through her gifts.
Mark, Lana, and Analise. They were so appreciative of the ladies that made this event happen. These Indiana Loopers promised to come see us in Savannah.
Analise was so happy.
Her cake
Flowers at the pool
Mike & Lisa, our next door sailboat neighbors
Mike & Robin from Orillia (Canada)
Allen & Brooke–My Aunt Lois taught Allen in the 6th grade–Magnolia, Arkansas
Tom, Paula, Susie solving issues
Big girls and little, young and old, all enjoyed the pool party.
Analise loves to dive for those toys and play shark.
We have enjoyed meeting people all along the Loop, but there are no finer people than those right here. The event put us all together and gave us time say good byes to many. We also figured out that several more were leaving Sunday morning, as well. Of those, 2 boats were going to the exact place we had planned, so instead of saying good bye, it was more like, see you tomorrow!
Our last Marlin Bay sunset…at least for this year. What great memories & friends we have made.
With only a sore wrist, we spent the next few days taking it especially easy. My sweet bride of almost 42 years doted over me and made sure I did nothing to exert any extra energy. I don’t recommend a blocked artery, but it does get one out of washing dishes and few other household chores, so it’s not all bad. By Friday, my hand was feeling great and my energy was renewed. I made my rounds to the neighbors and invited them over for a Friday night sing-along.
We spaced over 6′ apart around an empty slip.
Where are those words to Mr. BoJangles?
I pulled out my old guitar and we sang songs for 2 hours. They would make requests, look the words up on their phones or ipads, and I would fake my way through the song chords. We laughed a lot and had a great time.
To update, we have altered our exit from Marathon. Our planned exit of Monday, May 11, has been postponed. The forecast calls for some rain, but lots of wind. The next good weather window will be no sooner than Sunday, May 17. We will plan to leave either Sunday or Monday, if the Lord wills.
I walked to the hospital at 8:30 this morning. They checked me in, prepped me with a few needles and patches over most of my body, wrote “X”’s on my feet (must have used a Sharpie cause I’m still trying to get them off), and at 11:00 am, they rolled me into the OR.
Cath through the wrist and meds, etc. through the IV.
It’s common knowledge, the Cath procedure is now routine. It’s considered minor surgery. But there is no such thing as minor surgery (oxymoron), when it’s your body on the table. With that said, I watched a screen to my left as they inserted a wire in my right arm, ran it to my right coronary artery, and installed a stent in my 95% blockage.
Before
After
The stent was installed in the “pinch point” in lower left of the picture. Pretty easy to see the blockage in the before picture. I am amazed at the size of the artery after the stent. My artery and I were happy again.
Five hours later, they pulled all the needles and patches, and handed me some printed instructions. When I asked what else needed to happen, the nurse said, “Walk out that door, go through the double doors, and the elevator will be on your left.” Just like that, I was done. No wheelchair, no escort, just me. I walked through the Lobby to the drive through (Porte Cochere) and then waited on Amanda to pick me up. As I stood there, all I could think was, “I had heart surgery a few hours ago, these people saved my life, and here I am standing our front, waiting on a ride.” That ain’t routine. I am the beneficiary of a miracle. Sometimes, that word is thrown around a little too loosely, but what I witnessed today, from first-hand experience, was just that, a miracle. I stand in awe of the technology, science, and especially of our God who gives all wisdom to man.
We drove directly home (back to the boat in Marathon), 95 miles from Miami. As we stepped on the boat, the Marlin Bay Marina boating community family had made posters and taped them to the boat.
Everybody at Marlin Bay signed the card.
Boaters seldom stay strangers. We have grown close to so many here in these weeks. I teared up as I was reminded of how many people had prayed for me this day, and that my surgery was not a routine thing. It was, well…it was a miracle.
Today is Stella Marie’s (our 3rd grandchild) birthday. Though we are 600 miles from her, we decided to celebrate her birthday and NDRD at the same time. We made our first dinghy adventure day in quite a while. Mark & Lana, Robert & Carolyn, Steve & Susie, with us tagging along started NDRD (National Dinghy Ride Day). It was my idea, so I will take full responsibility for this national holiday, and its imminent success. Just remember Ocho de Mayo. Someday, it may be a paid holiday.
With the Florida restaurants receiving approval to open to 25% capacity, we decided to take a mini-loop around Marathon. Eighteen miles plus, we were able to get off the boat (home) and out of the marina to enjoy a day of sunshine on the water. Because of my heart issues, Amanda wouldn’t let me pull start our dinghy, so we ended up in the boat with Steve & Susie. Their dinghy is almost as big as our home boat, so we were quite comfortable and Amanda was happy not worrying about me doing something to myself.
Mark, Lana, daughter Ann Elise, along with Robert and Carolyn puttered behind us as we all were exploring, seeing fish and a sea turtle.
Steve & Susie (their boat is All Talk II-wonder why?) have become some of our closest friends during this lockdown. They don’t take life too seriously, and that is a good thing.
Approximately, half way around the loop, we stopped at Dockside Marine/Restaurant and enjoyed lunch outside under their canopy. Their first day open in weeks, the wait staff was thrilled to see us and to have clientele again. It’s been so hard for these hardworking restaurant workers and owners during this virus. We were equally happy to eat out and have happy people serving us. We enjoyed burgers, tacos, and chicken pot pie. I think I may have seen someone enjoy a cold beer…or two, as well. We cruised at a slow pace after lunch, enjoying the sunshine and company with our friends. Steve let me drive his dinghy back, so I could be under the bimini. Everyone is really looking out for me, since I will have heart surgery (cath) tomorrow morning.
Being stuck in Marathon has its advantages.
A mooring field on the south side of the island key.
We got back to our respective boats about 3:00 pm. FINALLY, around 4:00, I got the call from the heart surgeon’s office that my wonderful (sarcasm intended) insurance company had come through and that the procedure would happen tomorrow. Quite relieved, we packed a few things and headed to Miami, where we stayed at a Spring Hill Suites, around the corner from the hospital.
We have enjoyed our Dorman Happy Hours since the lockdown. We visit more now than we did before. And the old folks love it more than they will ever know.
We talked to the kids on Zoom, from the hotel, and then crashed for the night. Tomorrow is a big day in the life of this heart patient.
I am writing for the first time in a month. The world isn’t the same since I last wrote. The virus spread at an incomprehensible rate. The term “social distancing” has become a household word. New friendships made are differently. We have not gotten as close, figuratively or literally, to the boaters here, like we have for the last year. It’s just another time. In the weeks we have been here, we gathered twice at a picnic table and shared meals with other boaters. We had one “docktail” party, as well. Typically, that social aspect describes 3 nights in a marina, not a month. Like the rest of the world, we’ve shared our opinions regarding what we think is the right thing to do. Some think social distancing is a joke. Some take it very seriously. Some think it’s Trump’s fault (surprise surprise) and some think he is doing a terrific job managing the pandemic in America. One thing is for sure, regardless of your party affiliation: Trump thinks HE is doing a fantastic job! Nobody knows what is right. I do know that after our 2nd supper gathering, we got a letter from the GM at the marina. Apparently, someone saw us too close to one another, violating the 6’ rule. We got our hands spanked and decided we’d best follow the rule of the law for our health, as well as, to ensure we have a place to stay. Three years from now, we will know what was the right thing to do.
The marina has tried to figure it out, as well. Since our arrival, they have now closed the main lounge, boater’s lounge, fitness center, and steam and sauna rooms. As the world has gone to lock down, we as boaters wondered what our fate would be. With Florida’s governor mandating all short term (vacation) rentals be terminated immediately, we feared those of us in slip rentals would have to leave. After seeking legal counsel, the marina offered us an opportunity to renew our lease, on a month to month basis (meets the letter of the new ordinance because leases are longer than 28 days). That offer provided us a place to stay and we grabbed it. Marinas all over have closed, so we are relieved to have a place to stay for as long as we need. After saying good bye to our Bahamas dream, we are pleased to be in such a good location, even with the restrictions.
The city of Marathon has virtually shut down, like all towns. The state placed a security checkpoint on Highway 1 so no southbound traffic from the mainland can access, without proof of residency. Apparently, northerners (New York, specifically) have tried to escape the Covid-19 hot spot, literally running for their lives. The Keys depend almost exclusively on the tourism industry. Fishing and water related entertainment are the reasons people come. Marinas have settled into a routine, accepting no new boaters, and requiring that any boat leaving the marina must file a float plan or be denied reentry. The plan must also include a commitment to not go anywhere where where there is contact with other people. If there is contact, reentry is denied, or worse, quarantined to the boat for 2 weeks.
So, entering our second month in Marathon, we have almost grown bored with the routine. As beautiful as the environment, we don’t go far. Occasional trips to the grocery with masks and gloves, we find the Publix is an exciting outlet for our psyche. All restaurants, like most places in America, are only open for take-out. We have had pizza a couple times and seafood a couple times. But for the most part, we ride bicycles to the grocery one mile down the road and then do our own food prep.
As all boaters know, there is always a project to do on the boat. But with 31 boats now confined to Marlin Bay Marina, it is my observation from my 6’-0” conversations with other boaters, we are all running out of projects on our boats.
For example, after being here a couple weeks with no functioning TV, I broke down and ordered the satellite antenna system that I have considered since I bought the Honey Queen. That has provided some entertainment relief for us. Over the air TV antennas, the method most boaters use for watching TV, are useless here because the nearest broadcast station in Miami is almost 100 miles away. Amanda can now watch Fox News, which has consisted mostly of Trump’s daily press conferences, providing us with updates on the virus. The antenna installation provided me some entertainment for a couple days.
My buddy, Tom Vail, was as bored as me and begged to help.
A bomb did not go off in the pilot house. Just had to tear everything apart to find a power supply for the new antenna.
My job: read instructions and supervise. Tom’s job: contortionist and main wire connector foreman.
Abigail joined us the 18th of March, and Zach came on Friday the 20th. Their plan was to visit for a few days and then head back to Nashville. Zach did return, but Abigail is still with us. She has been able to work remotely, what little work there is to do in her business. So, for now, 3 of us are living on the Honey Queen. Abigail “enjoys” the skinny couch in the salon as her new bed. She prefers to hang with us in paradise, as opposed to confinement in her apartment alone in Nashville (temps are going to 39 degrees tonight, as I right). I would like to think she loves spending time with her parents, but if the truth be told, I think the weather here may have a little to do with her decision to stay.
The following pictures summarize our weeks and memories in Marathon. We have enjoyed our time here, been happy to have Abigail and Zach with us, and we have made some good friends, in spite of the circumstances.
March 14th–The first weekend we were here, Marathon had a Seafood Festival. Rumors and concerns of the lock-down squelched some attendance, but we risked it, and went on Saturday afternoon. So glad we did, as this was the last public gathering of any kind that we would enjoy. Thankfully, we didn’t get sick.
March 15–grilled burgers with new friends at the marina.
March 18–Abigail made it down to see us and we went to Faro Blanco with friends Tom & Paula. This evening was our last (and first) meal at a restaurant. this is Tom & Abigail “prissing” down the dock after dinner.
The old salt working from the flybridge.
3/21/20 Zach made it down Friday night and immediately began working on his sun…burn.
We are south of the Keys, on the Atlantic side, and the water turned this deep rich blue.
Sombrero Tower. Normally, a great place to snorkel, but the waves were a little too tall this trip.
3/21/20
Manatees came into the marina basin for a visit.
3/26 A rare sunrise (for me)
3/26 …and the same sundown
3/28 This local ignored all the rules of Covid-19, except he had no trouble keeping 6′ away.
3/30 Sunset
3/31 Abigail seized the day at sundown
Sunsets are the highlight of most days. Everyone comes out and watches. Like snowflakes, seldom do 2 ever look the same. A few guys will blow their conch shell “horns” as the sun rests into the horizon.
April 1–Combined fire & pluming contractors are common down here. Glad I didn’t have to complete with plumbers, too.
April 2–a few of us boaters had dinner together at the picnic table. We broke the distancing rules a little and heard about it the next day from marina management.
Susie demonstrating her listening skills as Abigail explains the meaning of life, while the sun fades.
Such a photogenic guy.
Tom pondering another piece of key lime pie, Paula already made her decision, Robert, Carolyn, and Steve watching the sun set in the Gulf.
April 7–Parrot fish frequent the marina. They are not good for eating but they are beautiful. I could never catch the light to adequately show their vivid colors.
April 4
Ab and I took and afternoon father/daughter dinghy ride
Sometimes, captaining a boat like this can be very stressful. It takes a unique skill set to negotiate the boat in these kinds of seas.
April 7..Getting somewhat bored with the routine of the marina life, we decided to drop the lines at the dock and anchor out. Though we only went about a mile from the marina, it was nice to get away from the artificial light and enjoy the solitude and quiet of being at anchor. This has been such a big part of the The Great Loop experience we have enjoyed.
April 11-More grass blew into the marina basin, leaving it quite messy for a couple days.
April 11 Sunset at the grassy marina
April 12–Easter Sunday–Mali sent us this picture of Stella and Will, two of our grandchildren. Our children have made 4 beautiful grandchildren…so far. Missing them so much and looking forward to spoiling them all soon.
April 17—friends from the marina took this picture of the beast, the beauty, and the baby (aka me, Amanda, and Abigail) while we were all looking at our phones. Yep, way too much time on our hands these days. The lounges, fitness center, and spa are all closed, but at least the beautiful pool area remained open. Just can’t get too close to the people we’ve been living around for 6 weeks.
the Honey Queen
the Honey Princess
…and another gorgeous sunset
April 19—to break up the routine, we decided to jump in the dinghy to go watch the sunset from the water.
Wildlife at Key West
Interesting architecture in downtown Key West.
This guy sort of…rules the roost. But he has to do it one leg.
Landscape of the Keys
Southernmost point of the USA.
the only beach Abigail got to enjoy in Florida.
On the 23rd of April, Amanda and Abigail took a field trip to Key West. We had rented a car since Abigail was about to head to Nashville and I had to go to Miami for a stress test.
April 24–Abigail was the “big” girl, and the closest in age to these young ladies, Analise (16), Lola (4), and Ava (8). They loved her.
April 25–Abigail’s planned 3-day visit that became a 5-week visit, ended this morning.
Fielder (the poodle) and Ava say goodbye to Abigail before embarking back to Nashville
April 29–Paula & Tom had us over for a sunset dinner
May 1—we picked up supper at a restaurant and I caught this sunset and babe walking back to the boat.
Wrapping up this post, one more thought. Since late February, I have dealt with an issue that we now know is a restricted opening in one of my heart arteries. After dealing with shortness of breath when running, I went to a cardiologist in Marathon. Now, almost 8 weeks later, I have been scheduled to have a heart cath procedure on Tuesday , May 5. So many of you have promised to pray for success in that procedure. I have been humbled by the genuine interest and concern for me as I enter into this procedure. I am thankful the doctors were able to find out and address the issue, before a heart attack. Thank you for your outreach and your promises to be praying.
My mind turns to the verses in James, Chapter 4:13-16; Look here, you say, “today or tomorrow we are going to a certain town and will stay there a year. We will do business there and make a profit.” How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog–it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. What you ought to say is, “If the Lord wants us to, we will live and do this or that.” Otherwise you are boasting about your own pretentious plans, and all such boasting is evil. Friends and family, I am thankful to you. We are trusting in the sovereignty of God and that His choice will be healing through the surgeon’s hands on Tuesday.
Finally, if the Lord wills, we will be here until May 11. With the hopeful news from Delegal Marina in Savannah, we expect a slip to open very soon for us. Boats at Delegal have not been able to leave for the same reasons we have not. We trust the stay-home ban will soon lift and boats will be able to get to their real homes. We hope to be in Delegal by June 1st.
The trip home will take 14-17 travel days. We have fuel capacity and water capacity to make it without the need of a marina, if it comes to that. A number of marinas are open along the Atlantic coast of Florida, so we trust there will be options.
We see the end of our big adventure coming to an end. What an experience this has been. We do look forward to some time back home, with family and friends. As Dorothy has said, “There’s no place like home.”