Judging by the fancy pants high rise condos on the west side and the plasticine mansions on the east, I’d say this lake is worth plenty. (The anchorage is spacious, the bug count nil, and the neighbors are friendly: priceless.)
We had another lovely day getting from A to B. Waking to a gusty morning in Peck Lake, we mosied through our morning routine (leisurely coffee and breakfast in the cockpit followed by not-so-leisurely finishing up of the Monopoly game down below (I won for the first time in history, but apparently no one in this family wants to talk about it), and then schoolwork).
Our 25nm day today included hauling out partial jib for the first downwind stretch (after so long to get to this point, Bill Murray’s “I’m sailing!!” whilst strapped to the mast in What About Bob was the only thing going through my mind for 30 full minutes), which was satisfying to a higher-SOG extent, but frustrating for the inevitable tacking and trim necessary for waterway weaving.
After we rolled the sail back in for our first of six bridge passings, Andy had three separate manatee sightings while the rest of us scrambled to catch glimpses of glistening manatee backs as they resubmerged. We also saw seemingly every other Hinckley jet boat ever produced tied up in front of slick houses, and a TON of boat traffic.
Most of the traffic was welcomed for a good measure of people/boat watching, but as we were waked by a large boat flying by a mere 8 ft off our side which sent people and things flying, we were soured a bit by the nearly-always true truism of inverse relationships of engine size (or truck height/size for you landlubbers) to, er… other body parts and general confidence. An easy lesson in general courtesy was dispatched to the girls when they came up after the mayhem.
We dried things off in the sunny sunshine and steamed ahead to Lake Worth, where we have dropped the hook, walked into town (A1A in Florida- joy of joys), and are settling down for two nights so that Andy can replace the starter tomorrow, which I know will be a real hoot for him.
Please turn this into a book, Susan! It’s SO much fun to read it each day – I feel like I’m there! Love you all. M
What’s your jumping off point? What will you be plotting a course to when that starter is fixed? If you respond to my comment will I get some kind of notification? Still not totally sure how the “bloggoshere” (?) works. It’s fun to keep tabs on you adventurers though.