After playing in Key West, Marathon and Islamorada for three days, Gene, Magggie and I departed for Marco Island
. Catharina rented a car and drove back to Fort Lauderdale where she caught a flight back to Houston...we will miss our ship's chef's excellent cuisine as we resort back to our tuna salads. This was a part of the trip I had been dreading since I don't do well offshore and I knew we would be offshore all day. We plotted a course to run 13 miles offshore and a 90 mile distance...with a 12 hour day! I am pleased to report, however, that due to dramamine, I was able to conquer 15 knot winds and 2 - 3 foot waves hitting us beamside. Walking anywhere on the boat was quite a challenge as we pitched and rolled continuously for hours. I slept half the trip totally knocked out by the dramamine, and despite that, feel quite proud that I did not get sick. Gene and Maggie did a great job of keeping us on the right navigational routing. At one point Maggie and I were above and Gene was below and the boat horn started blaring. We rushed down to see what the problem was and discovered that the problematic water heater was once again dumping all our water into the bilge. We quickly shut off the water pressure. It's a problem I'll have to take care of when I get back.
Tomorrow we have another offshore day as we head to Sanibel Island for a couple of days of play time at the beach. I will pop another dramamine and off we'll go...more tomorrow.
We saw very little wildlife on this trip; usual dolphins and a huge school of tuna passed us too. We were only about 13 miles offshore, but passing the Everglades for most of the day. After thirteen grueling hours we got to Marco Island this evening and all are absolutely bushed. I am still drugged up from the dramamine and we are all calling it an early evening.
Spent a fun-filled day yesterday touring Key West with Joe, Claudia and Catharina. I am indebted to Joe and Claudia for opening up their home to us and then taking a few days to play around town with us. Anyone who has ever been to Key West will agree that it is a "bohemian" experience. You see every manner of person...just about...no, not just about....but anything, goes! I have tried to capture a few things in the pictures, but you've really just got to be there to see and believe it. Finally found the distance to Cuba...90 miles. One poor set of immigrants got dropped off by a go fast boat and the poor guys were found clinging to a bridge. Unfortunately for them they were on an old bridge which had been in the process of being demolished, therefore it didn't connect to land...thus leaving them back in international waters and they were deported! Just doesn't seem right...