WE’RE ON VACATION!

Since our arrival in St. Augustine last Saturday afternoon, it has felt like we are on

vacation. After the hectic winter living and working in Fort Myers, it is really fun to be a

tourist for a change.

We have been sleeping in. We’ve been exploring historic St. Augustine. Instead of hot

dogs, we drank Sangria for lunch yesterday. We have met many interesting people at the

local happy hours and sampled the regional cuisine (including our first deep fried

cheeseburger) instead of cooking on board. We have actually sat in the cockpit and done

absolutely nothing but enjoy the surroundings. We are soaking up all the relaxation we

can, knowing that once Chas arrives tomorrow, it is full speed ahead north on the

Atlantic. During that leg of the trip it is all work and no play.

The trip from Miami to St. Augustine was the usual combination of good and bad

conditions. The bright Miami skies and comfortable waves turned into overcast skies and

bumpy waves, so Captain Gary decided to enter the Intracoastal at Port Everglades.

I loved this part of the trip, marveling at the mega yachts and mega mansions. Gary, not

so much. He got to watch the depths go from almost-deep-enough to not-quite-deepenough

for our six foot draft, while dodging boat traffic and anticipating bridge openings.

All 33 of them from Ft. Lauderdale to Fort Pierce!!! Some of the bridge operators are

friendly and competent. Some seem to enjoy the power and control they have over

boaters and exercise it to the limit.

We spent the first Intracoastal evening anchored in Boca Raton Lake, which is really

nothing more than a shallow (yes, we went aground) wide area beside the channel with

room for a few boats.

Next morning, we were up at dawn heading toward Stuart to anchor near our friend

Jage’s marina. She warned that the St. Lucie Inlet and River were shallow, but friends

just did it with only a few bumps on the bottom. Gary slowly made the turn off the

intracoastal toward the river and BUMP BUMP BUMP, aground again. He worked us

off the bottom and headed back up the Intracoastal toward another anchorage option

where the chart showed 8 feet. And right at that spot, we went aground yet again.

“I LOVE THE INTRACOASTAL” he growled over and over again.

Eventually, we dropped the anchor just off the channel, far enough to be out of

everyone’s way, but certainly not in an anchorage where the other shallower draft boats

were congregated. Good enough!

The next morning we hightailed it to the Fort Pierce Inlet and waved bye-bye to the

Intracoastal and hello to the Atlantic, where Captain sighed with happiness as the depth

sounder read over 100 feet.

I, too, appreciate the depth but it usually comes with a price. Like big winds and waves.

This overnight voyage to St. Augustine was a pleasant surprise. We got the best of both

worlds. Deep water and calm, calm, calm.

It was so calm I could move around down below without holding on to anything.

It was so calm that boiling water was not life threatening.

It was so calm, a glass of chocolate milk waited patiently on the counter instead of
toppling over the moment I removed my grip to close the fridge.
It was so calm, I was comfortable enough on deck to bring out the fishing poles.
It was so calm, I allowed Gary to wander around on deck checking rigging and cleaning
stainless.

It was so calm that we could rest comfortably in the cockpit all through the night enjoying
the ocean instead of tolerating it.
It was so calm that…OK! OK! we had to run the Perkins the entire way instead of sailing.
I may lose every sailor’s respect by saying this but I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!

Once the sun came up Saturday morning, we saw all kinds of activity. Dolphins, Manta
Rays, Turtles, Manatees, everyone was feeding and frolicking in the tranquil turquoise
sea. It was a fantastic ending to a lovely trip.

Now, we prepare for the next leg of our journey toward Southport or Beaufort North

Carolina, depending on weather conditions. My part of the preparation is to provision, as

we have depleted our supply of food. We blew through the fresh fruits and produce, the
Caesar salads and lettuce wedges with blue cheese and bacon bits. The lamb chops, roast

duckling, grilled pork tenderloin, mahi mahi, alligator tail, rib eye steaks, and angel hair

with clam sauce were all superb.

Since we have no transportation, I plan to walk over to 7-Eleven and stock up on hot

dogs, pork rinds, a few cans of SpaghettiOs, and beef jerky for Chas’ leg of the trip. I am

sure he’ll understand.