The “new” overseas hwy bridge on the left and the “old” Flagler railroad bridge on the right. This is the famous 7 mile bridge in the Keys. It spans 7 miles of water to get to the next key.
I would love to try parasailing sometime. It just looks like fun.
After leaving Southern Star at Tarpon basin, Monday morning , we headed for Biscayne Bay to meet our friends on Waves of Grace. We spent a couple of hours catching up with Pat and Walt before we left our them anchored securely and heading to bed. We, on the other hand, pulled anchor and headed out to the wide blue ocean at midnight for the long run north hoping to use the gulf stream as a boost and boy did we get a boost, most of the time over 9 kts of ground speed.
A pod of dolphins played in our bow wake for 15 minutes. One of the older ones kept turning on its side and looking up at me as I was looking down at it…I wonder what it was thinking?
We passed many ships throughout the next 2 days. At Savanna we counted 8 ships waiting for permission to enter the channel.
This baby dolphin kept jumping by our boat.
We were about 20 miles out when 2 birds landed on the boat.
The last 6 hours of our trip was rough!! From about 2 pm until we got into Charleston Harbor we bashed into wind and waves. After 3 days on the ocean we had covered about 440 NM which is most of our way back to NC.
On a quest to find “the cap”. Rich was looking for a cap with sailboats on it. Eventually he found it. Our friend Sue was looking for an outfit for her grandson to match Grandpa Ken. She found it. I was looking for a matching shirt and dress for Rich and I. I was not successful. 🙁 Maybe the next port.
We left Lake Worth and headed out the inlet. The channel was very turbulent with tide going out and waves coming it. Once on the ocean it wasn’t much better. The Goose was rolling, pitching and lurching in the ocean waves. I was in the galley cleaning up after breakfast when suddenly I knew I was in trouble… if you know what I mean. So, up to the cockpit I went for fresh air; it didn’t help. Although we settled into a somewhat steady motion it was too late. I didn’t feel better until 7 hrs later when we were off the ocean in Fort Lauderdale. The Captain did okay, thank goodness.
This fishing boat was rockin’ and rollin’. I’m sure some of the paying “guests” were green like me.
Notice the name? It’s the Dole banana boat. In a week I’ll be eating some of it’s cargo!