Weather: What’s this, after a partly sunny morning, the sky became overcast. Rain showers persisted from 1700 until 2100 hours. The wind was out of the ENE @ 15+ until late afternoon when it dropped to 10 – 15 knots.
Comment: We were late risers this morning. Although we were awake at 0800, we didn’t get out of bed until a few minutes after 0900. I’m into Elliot’s “Admiral of the Ocean Sea” and spent the hour reading.
After the cruisers net, we went ashore. We don’t ride the SmorgasBoat any more since we got the new dinghy. The ride to shore was a bit wet as we were plowing into 18 knot headwinds.
Once ashore, we boarded the rust buckets for the four mile ride to Pigeon Key. We were on a downwind run with spinnakers flying! We made it all the way to the work camp and turned around. The ride back was not so easy. There was a 15 knot headwind and on the bridge, there is nothing to shield one from the force of the wind. At times it felt like we were blowing backwards! Stopping often, at least every quarter mile, we finally made it back to the parking lot. There was still a quarter mile of unprotected path to pedal. Once we made it to the mangroves, the force of the headwind was blocked a bit by the trees and the pedaling got a bit easier.
We stopped for real BBQ sandwiches at Porky’s. The Cuban pork marinade was tasty and the pork was lean. We enjoyed the respite and were off.
As we were passing 33rd street, Anna Marie mentioned that the Marathon Yacht Club was just down the end of the street. We turned left, found the club, went in and asked, “Can two thirsty sailors out of the Surf City Yacht Club wet their whistles in this establishment?” Fleet Captain Bill Porter and his wife Joy whisked us down the hall to the club manager where we were give a two week reciprocal pass to the club. We moseyed over to the bar and had a couple of cold drinks, thanked our hosts, toured the grounds and marina before boarding the rust buckets for the final slog home.
Bill and Joy invited us back for the Friday night cookout. One can bring something to grill, enjoy the camaraderie of fellow boaters, and dance to live music. They also offer free hotdogs on Sundays.
After locking the rust buckets to the bike rack, we rode the dinghy back to SUNSHINE were Anna Marie prepared something for the “Meet and Greet” at the City Marina. During the festivities, the boaters planned a tribute to Roy and Bev (proprietors of the Overseas).
Comment: We were late risers this morning. Although we were awake at 0800, we didn’t get out of bed until a few minutes after 0900. I’m into Elliot’s “Admiral of the Ocean Sea” and spent the hour reading.
After the cruisers net, we went ashore. We don’t ride the SmorgasBoat any more since we got the new dinghy. The ride to shore was a bit wet as we were plowing into 18 knot headwinds.
Once ashore, we boarded the rust buckets for the four mile ride to Pigeon Key. We were on a downwind run with spinnakers flying! We made it all the way to the work camp and turned around. The ride back was not so easy. There was a 15 knot headwind and on the bridge, there is nothing to shield one from the force of the wind. At times it felt like we were blowing backwards! Stopping often, at least every quarter mile, we finally made it back to the parking lot. There was still a quarter mile of unprotected path to pedal. Once we made it to the mangroves, the force of the headwind was blocked a bit by the trees and the pedaling got a bit easier.
We stopped for real BBQ sandwiches at Porky’s. The Cuban pork marinade was tasty and the pork was lean. We enjoyed the respite and were off.
As we were passing 33rd street, Anna Marie mentioned that the Marathon Yacht Club was just down the end of the street. We turned left, found the club, went in and asked, “Can two thirsty sailors out of the Surf City Yacht Club wet their whistles in this establishment?” Fleet Captain Bill Porter and his wife Joy whisked us down the hall to the club manager where we were give a two week reciprocal pass to the club. We moseyed over to the bar and had a couple of cold drinks, thanked our hosts, toured the grounds and marina before boarding the rust buckets for the final slog home.
Bill and Joy invited us back for the Friday night cookout. One can bring something to grill, enjoy the camaraderie of fellow boaters, and dance to live music. They also offer free hotdogs on Sundays.
After locking the rust buckets to the bike rack, we rode the dinghy back to SUNSHINE were Anna Marie prepared something for the “Meet and Greet” at the City Marina. During the festivities, the boaters planned a tribute to Roy and Bev (proprietors of the Overseas).
Dave Johnson showed up with his guitar and sound equipment to entertain the crowd. At the appropriate time, the guy who 
bought Roy’s cannon showed up to fire a salute to Roy and Bev. The cannon shots were followed by a chorus from the boaters who brought their Conch shells to the party. The blowing of the conch shell is the traditional Keys (and Bahamian) way to say goodbye to the sun as it wets for the evening. Tonight’s “blowing of the shells” was the boaters’ way of saying goodbye to Roy and Bev. It seemed most appropriate.
The showers squelched our plan to bike to Crane Point for the lunar eclipse festivities. The cloud cover will effectively block our viewing of the event.
bought Roy’s cannon showed up to fire a salute to Roy and Bev. The cannon shots were followed by a chorus from the boaters who brought their Conch shells to the party. The blowing of the conch shell is the traditional Keys (and Bahamian) way to say goodbye to the sun as it wets for the evening. Tonight’s “blowing of the shells” was the boaters’ way of saying goodbye to Roy and Bev. It seemed most appropriate.The showers squelched our plan to bike to Crane Point for the lunar eclipse festivities. The cloud cover will effectively block our viewing of the event.
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