Boca Ciega Bay

Yesterday the temp had dipped below 60 degrees, our long awaited package arrived, and it was a sunny day—we headed south. The trip through the ICW and the various coastline towns of Tampa—Belleair with its beautiful homes, Largo, Treasure Island etc, was fun. You saw the new Florida with the huge homes and go fast boats docked outside and the old Florida of my youth with the seawalls and pontoon boats. Each community is separated with a bridge and they are just low enough that we had to lower the radar mast several times—it got easy after a while. Boca Ciega Bay is at the south end near Passe Grille and the Sunshine Bridge. Our old stomping grounds when Katie was here at Eckerd College. What a beautiful bay with the sailboats out in force. We picked our way through some skinny water (random sandbars—seen when the water starts getting a lighter shade of aqua). Put down our anchor, turned everything off and heard to sweetest sound of quiet (with an occasional lap of water on the hull or a bird squawk). It was a nice sunset. WDUV is still with us and we listened to a little Rod Stewart who was trying to love again and then we turned on some Downton Abbey that we brought along. There is nothing like sleeping anchored out.


Huge homes of Belleair



Lower the radar mast



Older homes



Shuffleboard by the water