Sunday morning at 4am, the fishing boats left Everglades City and rolled by our anchorage like they were late for school. We rocked and rolled like we haven’t since crossing the Gulf a month ago. It was such a still, cool night that we were startled awake but when it settled down (after about 15 minutes) we went on back to sleep. Fitz brought me coffee at around 9am and announced we had a problem. We had crossed over our anchor rope and it appeared to be tied up in the props. We had been told that a mask and fins were good items to have aboard—they were right – but had we listened? Well let’s just put it this way, I heard the Captain cuss more this morning than the entire trip combined. An hour later and after a swim we were able to start engines. A mask and fins are on our shopping list for Marathon. After coming out of the grey/brown waters of the Everglades, we proceeded to the absolute calm Gulf waters where we were surrounded by gorgeous aquamarine water. For hours there was no land or people in sight—only the occasional crab pot. About 3pm, we headed to our anchorage at Little Shark River. There we were greeted by a school (pod?) of about a dozen dolphin swimming all around us. It was perfect. We are out of service of all cell reception which has not happened since the Tom-Bigbee (a little frustrating because March Madness is getting good with Kentucky taking on Wichita State and Tennessee taking on Mercer). Oh well, we will learn the scores when we get into Marathon tomorrow. The winds here are gently blowing inviting a nap before the celebration of sunset. War is hell.
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| If you look closely the dolphin are there to meet us at Little Shark River |
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Celebrating Sunset
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| We had company at Little Shark River |
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