Here’s something I thought I’d never think, say, dream, imagine – we were back on the water and it felt good.We’d talked to Keith who’d changed jobs and returned to his old one in the short time we’d been away, said good bye to Scott who’d overseen all our repairs, spent just a little more time in the Captain’s Lounge and visited Coldstone’s again and waited out some storms but were finally on our way back down the river to the sea.
We’d worked out the exact sequence of bridges in advance and Chris handled them like a pro so we didn’t have to wait for any bridge to open at all.
But as we made our way down the river, we saw lightning and heard thunder and when we exited the cut, we encountered a bit of a swell and I didn’t think it was so great to be back on the water – I should have taken a Stugeron...
We’d read the pilotage but plan and reality differed -- instead of turning left and finding a nice large spot to anchor, we turned right and weaved our way through a mass of boats, finally grounding. This time, it wasn’t on purpose. Luckily we grounded on very soft sand and ungrounded ourselves easily and without damage. A helpful fellow yachtie radioed and suggested an alternative anchorage, and we went there gratefully.
Pics: the fabulous suburbs of Fort Lauderdale -- isn't it amazing how tasteless some very rich people can be...?
