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Well, we're finally at it again, making preparations and provisioning lists for another trip. This time to the Dry Tortugas, 70 miles West of Key West.

Today after using 20 yards of fabric, 2,000 yards of thread, and many, many hours out of the last 17 days our 35 cabin cushions are recovered.  Notice the before and after pictures at the right.  Now for my recovery!!! 

Dennis took on fuel today for the 24 hour, 152 mile overnight trip which will commence next Wednesday, February 25, weather permitting, from Charlotte Harbor.  Accompanying us will be 6 other boats, that is of course, barring no other unforeseen cancellations between now and then.

Needless to say we are excited to again be cruising to a new, and we are told, beautiful destination and hope you will accompany us as we traverse the blue waters of the Gulf.  

Home for now…

Well rested after having a relaxed day at Pelican Bay and compared to last year’s homecoming which was an overnighter from Marathon to PGI in the July heat, physically we were ready and able on Saturday when we got home to dig in and get as much done as possible.     

When cruising you begin planning, thinking, and talking six months ahead and then provisioning/loading the boat the month before leaving.  Our post trip disembark this time seemed so easy compared to those six months of preparations. Once home we worked for about 3 hours to get everything off the boat, cleaned, sorted and stored (maybe not in that order, but you know what I mean.) Dennis began immediately to dismember the electronics for further attention by the experts, and to order some needed parts.  Although making it home without any more lightning related issues it seems little gremlins are sometimes left behind to cause havoc when least expected so we will not sign off with Progressive Ins. for now.

As we reflect on our 595 mile three-week cruise there are a few things that are quite obvious; like expect the unexpected.  There’s never a bad day on the water, well maybe one.  Each day is totally new, and totally different than the last.  Be content with where you are, and it’s never about the destination…it’s about the journey and the people you meet along the way.    

Final reflections: Cruising is a lot like life, there are many disappointments, you pick yourself up, figure out what to do, and make the best of it.  My dad and I loved horses and rode together.  His only rule was if you fall off the horse, you must get back on immediately and ride again to overcome your fear.  Not a bad rule for living the cruising life.

Yes Daddy, Dennis and I will, in spite of the lightning strike, climb aboard Aurora, grateful to cruise another day.   

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We may have some short cruises that I will blog on over the next few months, so check in on the website at the first of the month for updates.  Out next long cruise will probably be to the Dry Tortugas in November, definitely blogable.

Fair winds and may God bless.   Arrivederci

      

Pelican Bay to PGI Paradise—April 27

Out away from the city lights a rising full moon becomes a huge focal point in the dark night.  Bright orange, sending a path of shining diamonds on the water, it rose about 20 degrees on the horizon and then vanished behind a cloud layer.  Our first night in Pelican Bay was our last night on the water, peaceful with temperatures conducive to sleeping comfortably.  

Three hours to home we were anxious to catch the steady easterly 10 knot wind which would give us our final sailing fix for a while.

If you don’t get to go on a trip you have planned for six months and must return instead to home, what better place than to Charlotte Harbor.  In fact, as we glided through its water, we asked ourselves, “Why did we want to leave this place at all?”  A place where the sailing is amazing, the beauty of the harbor unspoiled and unmatched, maintained canals edged with immaculate landscapes and vessels of all shapes and sizes docked amidst a quiet harbor of like-minded boaters. It was good to be home, to our chosen family of Mariners and friends, to this PGI paradise. 

Didn’t mean to make this sound like an advertisement, but gosh it’s great here!!!

Coming soon a follow up…reflections…wrap up of our three week non-Bahamian cruise.  

 

 

 

Useppa Island anchorage to Pelican Bay—April 26, 2013

Last night the full moon peeped first in one hatch opening and then another creating its own light show in our berth as Aurora swayed in the gentle breeze.    

In no haste to enter the Pelican Bay anchorage until tide was in our favor and knowing this would be the shortest travel day of the whole trip, made it our most relaxed morning of the three weeks.  We’d heard tales that the anchorage was tricky to get into and last night had heard a call for Seatow to assist someone aground.  Our own chartplotter indicated it was extremely shallow which added to our trepidation, but using the way points and depth meter to guide us we found our way in with plenty of water and avoided bumping Aurora's keel on the bottom. 

Easily anchored by ten, we donned our tennis shoes and lowered the dinghy, anxious after 3 days aboard to stretch our legs and explore Cayo Costa State Park.  There are kayaks and bikes to rent or a free tram to take you to the beach a mile away, but we needed a walk, so walk we did.  First, we headed west to the white sand beach looking out on the Gulf, then northward to the tip of the island which overlooks Boca Grande Pass.  Meandering along the way we saw many plants in bloom, shore birds and live sand dollars at the water’s edge.  The winding trail back took us through hardwood forests, mangrove swamps, past an old cemetery, and eventually to the Ranger’s station for a total of 5 beautiful miles roundtrip on this unspoiled barrier island. 

Over the last two years we had often talked of crossing Charlotte Harbor to explore this island, and just never made it.  Now we feel blessed, that ironically missing the Bahamas trip gave us this opportunity to come here to this amazing place.  That’s so the way it is when cruising, when one door unexpectedly closes, often another totally unplanned opens.  Just expect the unexpected.

Naples to Useppa Island anchorage—April 24

It was another beautiful, calm day of motor sailing putting us under the Sanibel Bridge in Ft. Myers by 11:30.  Winds were light, but traffic heavy on the ICW’s miserable mile.  Our thoughts were to possibly get into Pelican Bay only a mile farther north this afternoon, but with a falling tide and our first attempt into the tricky anchorage there, we stuck with our original plan to put down the hook just off Useppa Island east of the ICW and Cabbage Key to wait for rising tide to enter the shallow bay in the morning. 

Looking forward to our first visit to Cayo Costa Island, walking the beach and exploring the trails of the State Park, but for now content with a 5 knot breeze blowing through the hatches, Simon and Garfunkel “Sounds of Silence” playing and only one day away from PGI.

Little Shark to Naples City Marina—April 24

Captain has said we need a new anchor, but after the way it held us in place again last night in 17-22 knot winds, I am more in favor of saving the several hundred dollars it would cost to replace and letting this one, having earned our confidence, to adorn the bow for a while longer.

Our trek to Naples from Little Shark was quite pleasant without strong winds or waves to plough through.  Arriving around 4:30 we wanted to anchor with Dottie and Mark on “Toots Sea” in Port Royal so picked our way through the shallow channel to “21” where we thought they were only to realize they were at “7.”  Not sure we could get into their anchorage with our deeper draft and the tide continuing to drop decided the Naples City Marina Mooring field was as close as retracing our path back.  We hailed the harbor master to see it a ball was available, and it was, but they would be closing at 5:00p.m. a few minutes before we arrived.  “No problem,” we responded and continued on to the fuel dock where they instructed we would need to pump out before mooring.  Without a lot of wind, docking unaided was pretty easy.  While we were there we deposited our trash, filled the tanks with water, pumped out the holding tanks and washed salt-encrusted Aurora clean.  In the meantime, Fritz and I went ashore to do his business and with the binoculars spotted our mooring “A” ball in the harbor.  When we returned Dennis was ready to push off, leaving behind what had begun as a mistake turned into the very best deal of the whole trip, and for only $10.

Only eight blocks from downtown, we could have dinghyed in, walked to the bustling and popular 5^th Ave., but instead fixed dinner on the boat and watched the full moon rising above the beautiful Naples Harbor skyline.  

 

Marathon to Little Shark—April 23

 Saying good bye to Boot Key Harbor, rested and ready to move on, we dropped the mooring line from Aurora’ bow and slid under the Seven Mile Bridge as the sun was climbing above the horizon on Tuesday morning.  Northeast winds at 22knots made reefing the sails and continually adjusting necessary during the morning, then afternoon the winds slacked to 15 knots and made for a nice motor sail. 

Marking our way points for the anchorage just south of Little Shark the last time through made it easy to navigate right back to the same spot which had protected us from the strong easterly.  Other sail boats passed us and went closer to the river’s entrance and we wondered at the time why they wanted to be closer to the northern point of land.  A slight breeze, 5 knots or so around sunset kept the bugs at bay and made the cabin cool without running the generator and air conditioning.  This is going to be a great night’s sleep.   At about 10:00 p.m. it became obvious why it would have been great to be by a land mass blocking the northerly breeze.  First the winds came out of the south turning us completely around, then settled on a northerly direction at around 17 gusting to 20 knots, and our bumpy ride began.   And as always the question, “Will our anchor hold in these winds?”  Well it did in the 70mph winds in the storm of Atlantic City, so why not tonight.  Dennis was comfortable and confident enough to go on to bed, but I read, wrote and checked our location by ascending the steps from cabin to deck about 5 times to make sure the moon, anchor lights to the north and south were still in the same places and not slipping into different positions on the horizon.  Around midnight when the winds finally subsided I was able to climb into our berth for a shortened but very restful night’s sleep.