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April 17th, 2010:

Working Our Way Down the Florida Keys

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Our travel today brought us to Mile 1150 on the ICW.  We are anchored in Community Harbor, Key Largo.  The three sister ships are once again reunited.  Sandy and Nancy’s Lily Pad was already anchored in the small harbor when Lady Bug and White Swan arrived.  Only boats with very shallow drafts can anchor in the shallowness of Community Harbor.  “Draft” is the term used for the distance from the bottom of the boat to the water’s surface.  Gemini catamarans have a draft of 20 inches.  Pat and Tom Dennis’ monohull boat, Swan, has a draft of six feet.  Therefore, they would be unable to go into a lot of anchorages we have been in with White Swan.  On the other hand, they could have been across the Gulf Stream by now, because their heavier boat can handle stronger winds than ours . There are advantages and disadvantages to both types of boats.  The important thing is to know the capabilities of your boat and sail her accordingly, respecting both the boat and Mother Nature.

Ed and Cheryl invited all of us over to their boat to watch a movie tonight.  We always enjoy movie night, especially since there is no TV aboard White Swan.  It took me five years to convince the captain of this boat, we needed a barbeque grill, so the way I figure it, in four more years we’ll have a TV on White Swan.  As with all things we have to wait for, it will be appreciated that much more when it happens.

Pennekamp State Park on Key Largo

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Our next anchorage was a little further south in Blackwater Sound, very near where the ICW makes a cut through Key Largo via Dusenbury Creek. Nancy and Sandy are anchored past the cut in Tarpon Basin. The Pennekamp State Park is on Key Largo in between our two anchorages. Since they could dinghy to shore and walk to the park and we could dinghy through another shallow cut close to where we were anchored and go to the park via water, we made plans to meet them.

Cheryl and Ed relaxed on Lady Bug while we took our dinghy through a narrow cut through the Key to get to where Sandy and Nancy were awaiting us at Pennekamp State Park. The water was choppy in Largo Sound and we got wet going through the sound to get to our destination. Not having a GPS on the dinghy, and navigating by Sandy’s verbal directions given to us from his perspective from land, which is totally different from what is seen by sea, made it challenging to find them. After crossing Largo Sound , we made our way through a maze of mangroves and finally saw them waving to us from shore. Finding them was a combination of luck and a little navigational common sense.

We had a great time walking around Pennekamp State Park and then we walked approximately one mile to a restaurant Sandy and Nancy had found earlier in the day. After lunch, we parted ways at the park entrance and Gary and I went into the park where our dinghy was moored, while they continued walking another half mile or so to get to their dinghy which was tied up on the shore close to where Lily Pad was anchored.

When we went to the park, the wind was behind us and at times we rode the waves, giving us a smooth ride until our bow would lose the crest of the wave and dip down into the trough, which then allowed the water to come pouring over the bow into the dinghy. We knew the wind would be right on our bow going back to White Swan, and if it had stayed as strong as it was during our trip over, we would have had a very rough crossing for our return. Anticipating, a choppy, wet ride back to our boat, I’d worn a swimsuit underneath my clothes, so I took my outer garments off before slipping on a life jacket. If our ride back had been more bouncy than the ride to the park, I thought it would present a very real possibility of bouncing me off the bow of the dinghy and I wanted to be prepared for such an incident. Turns out, the wind calmed down, delivering an uneventful ride back to our boat. “Uneventful” is good…We don’t always need excitement in our lives.

 

Great Egret at Key Largo

Brown Pelican at Key Largo

On the ride through the cut, we saw lots of brown pelicans and great egrets.  This is the first area we have seen the tall white great egrets.  We’ve only seen the smaller snowy egrets thus far down the ICW.  The main differences between the two are, the great egrets are approximately 15 inches taller than the snowy egrets, and their bills are yellow where the snowy egrets are black.  Both have black legs, but the snowy has yellow feet while the great’s remain black.

We picked up our ice chest and a big bad of trash from the boat and went to a nearby marina for ice, gasoline for the dingy, and trash disposal. It’s a good thing White Swan didn’t need fuel, as the marina did not offer diesel. We noted two restaurants were near the marina, for future visits.

After dinner, Gary took a nap (a rarity) while I sat in the cockpit and read. The serenade of loud music from a tour boat, or the wake from all the power boats, didn’t seem to disturb Gary, and the activity provided entertained for me…beats staring at mangroves for two days.

 

4-17-10

Our travel today brought us to Mile 1150 on the ICW. We are anchored in Community Harbor, Key Largo. The three sister ships are once again reunited. Sandy and Nancy’s Lily Pad was already anchored in the small harbor when Lady Bug and White Swan arrived. Only boats with very shallow drafts can anchor in the shallowness of Community Harbor. “Draft” is the distance from the bottom of the boat to the water’s surface. Gemini catamarans have a draft of 20 inches. Pat and Tom Dennis’ boat, Swan, has a draft of six feet. Therefore, they would not be able to go into a lot of anchorages we have been in with White Swan. On the other hand, they could have been across the Gulf Stream by now, because their heavier boat can handle the stronger winds. There are advantages and disadvantages to both types of boats. The important thing is to know the capabilities of your boat and sail her accordingly, respecting both the boat and Mother Nature.

Ed and Cheryl invited all of us over to their boat to watch a movie tonight. We always enjoy movie night, especially since there is no TV aboard White Swan. It took me five years to convince the captain of this boat, we needed a barbeque grill, so the way I figure it, in four more years we’ll have a TV on White Swan. As with all things we have to wait for, it will be appreciated that much more when it happens.

Key Largo and the Queen

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This morning we left Linderman Creek, leaving behind it’s eerie maze of mangroves and “whatever” lurked beneath the water’s surface there.

We motored south to a small harbor in Barnes Sound, off northern Key Largo, named Thursday Cove. Sandy and Nancy chose to travel a little further south to Tarpon Basin.

Thursday Cove was much more open and we felt less claustrophobic there than we did at Linderman Creek.  Since the cove is a natural reserve, it offered no residences, marinas or any other businesses; just lots of mangroves, only not in such a confined space as our previous anchorage.

Cheryl and Ed are always trying to find a place to take Molly to shore, and on there way back from one of their excursions, they stopped by our boat to inform us of a chair floating in the water near the shore, as they thought we might like to retrieve it to use in our cockpit, since I teased her about being rich enough to have a chair in her cockpit.  She has pretty, homey stuff all over Lady Bug, of which I’m jealous, so I tease her about being a rich b____, having all the pretty stuff that White Swan doesn’t, because there’s “no room”.  Anyway, Gary and I checked out the chair during our dinghy ride.  I wanted to retrieve it from the tangle of mangrove roots that had captured it.  My intentions were to set it up in the dinghy so I could sit on it and have Gary parade me by Lady Bug while I gave the Queen’s wave to my spectators, Ed and Cheryl.  I thought it would be the most hilarious thing to do, but my captain has his limits as to how much he’s willing to participate in my shenanigans. 

Molly

Day Two in the Mangrove Swamp

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Gary and I don’t particularly like this anchorage other than the fact it is protecting us from the strong wind.  That is why we came into Linderman Creek, and it has served it’s purpose.  However, we’re tired of looking at mangroves.  And another dinghy ride for enjoyment’s sake is out of the question in this eerie mangrove, crocodile infested anchorage… When the weather allows it, we much prefer to anchor in a more open space where we can see a variety of sites.  My hunch is, that is also the preference of the sailors on the two sister ships anchored here with us.

Cheryl and Ed offered all of us a break to the monotony by inviting us to Lady Bug for dinner and a movie.  She made wonderful chicken and beef enchiladas, I made a Pecan Rum Pie and Nancy brought buttered sourdough bread and Dove CHOCOLATES to have during the movie.  Appropriately, we watched a pirate movie entitled Cut Throat Island, starring Gina Davis.  I don’t know if it is classified as a comedy, but we found it to be very humorous.  Sailors would watch it from a different perspective, as a musician would listen to music, a singer would listen to another singer, or an artist would look at a painting; as we all interpret what we see, hear, and feel from our own perspective.  As long as we find goodness and enjoyment in our interpretations, life is good. (Sometimes, I feel like letting the philosophical side of me leak out a little…sorry if I got a little on you…I‘ve been cooped up in the mangrove swamp too long. Would somebody let me out of here???)

Crocodiles in Florida

When we were at Elliott Key, Ed apparently saw me dangling my feet over the dinghy as we floated in the water. Steadfastly watching out for us, he kindly warned me not to do so in the waters of Linderman Creek.  With all the mangroves around us, he was concerned about the possibility of crocodiles being in the area.  After a brief lesson on the difference between alligators and crocodiles, I gladly kept my feet or any other appendage from dangling over the side of the dinghy.  (Briefly: alligators have a broader snout than the more aggressively threatening crocodiles.)

I was so freaked out about the possibility of crocodiles in the area, when we stopped by Lily Pad, I promptly informed Sandy and Nancy of our pending doom if we weren’t careful.  Later, I saw the two fearless ones kayaking in the supposedly crocodile infested waters.  I yelled at her, “You certainly are fearless, Nancy!!!”  Her only concern was the swift current and trying to stay in control of her kayak.  When they came to our boat that evening via their kayaks, she tossed her mooring line to me in a hurry, and I held it tightly while she managed to maneuver herself out of the unsteady vessel.  I kept a lookout for crocodiles, as she remained oblivious to a more serious problem lurking, unseen, under the waters surface.