Because of strong headwinds coming from the South, we opted to journey down the West Coast of Florida rather than the 100 mile open seas trip directly to Key West. Even with this, we were confronted with 3 to 4 foot seas, sometimes the waves would crash over the bow, drenching the bikes we mounted on the railings (even though covered). But the boat performed flawlessly. It's made to take this. We were a little weary after 4 hours of pounding waves, however.
Glad we went this way for another reason. We got to see Everglades City, a small quaint town nestled in the heart of the Everglades 6 miles up the Barron river. The town's main industry appears to be crabbing and air boat excursions. We tied along the docks at the Everglades Rod and Gun Club, a beautiful old majestic building which has been reopened recently. The entire interior looks like a piece of fine furniture, a true work of art.
Then, further down the coastline we anchored in the Little Shark River. It had a very remote feeling. No phone access, just us and nature in the dark along with some mysterious sounds. Several times in the night I heard what sounded like a large animal exhaling from somewhere on shore. Or was that an alligator in the water? Marlene, of course, made sure I kept the doors on the boat locked. (by the way, she won't know I heard those sounds till she reads this blog)
Today Saturday, April 5, we continued south to Marathon, Florida, dodging crab pots all the way. Marathon is part of the 100 mile string of islands called the Florida Keys. I've rented a car to drive the 50 miles to Key West. We'll be at Glad Tidings Assembly of God there tomorrow.