Needless to say, after our adventurous night in Little Shark, we were glad to be on our way early yesterday and on toward middle Keys. Winds continued to be light and on our nose, so sailing was not an option. Crab pots dotted the Gulf making dodging them a continual necessity. A new novelty was a silver steak that would pop up and skim 50-100d feet across the water, small flying fish. Not sure if they were the chaser or the chasee, but amazed that they can actually propel themselves so far. Our last stretch of open water before arriving in Marathon was the Florida Bay, with boats few and far between, we were glad to finally pass through the 7 Mile Bridge and arrive safely in Boot Key Harbor around 2:00. Glad also, with storms and high winds predicted for last night, to pick up a mooring ball rather than dealing with an anchor.
2018: Still in our 60s, although not for long, and able to make another trip up the East Coast, writing yet another chapter in our boating life. Email us at shirlagrace@yahoo.com
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