We had hoped to stay one more day at the marina, and look around the beach area a bit, but they had booked our slip so off we went. Fortunately getting off the dock did not involve loud splintering bangs.
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| It's a dog's life - even at sea |
Passing Jensen Beach we arrived at the Saint Lucie Inlet that leads up to Stuart. Stuart is where one comes out of Lake Okeechobee when coming across from the other coast and finishing the Loop. Maybe, someday, that will be us. There is no telling. We are two BIG personalities in a LITTLE BITTY LIVING SPACE.
We crossed lots of open water today. I do love it when electricity comes magically into my life, but these high tension towers were still a little incongruous.
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| Beauty and the Beasts |
The channel was deep enough, but the sandbars on either side were a little unnerving. And, trust me, we know from unnerving... You feel me? Fortunately, we have our little friends - the red and green markers to guide us. Both on the navigating equipment, and in real life. Unless they are missing. Or wrong. Or when there are a bunch of them because some mark our channel and some are marking an inlet/outlet. Or when they switch sides. Usually red is to starboard and green is to port, but that can change. Because, of course it can. Remember - 'red right returning (from sea)' That is unless it's the time where it's 'red right returning (to Texas)'. Or possibly it's easier to remember that 'green is always on the ocean side'. Except when it's hard to tell where the ocean is... On top of this you must remember which is port and which starboard. And I am a girl who has a REALLY hard time remembering which is left and which is right, even on a good day. And usually I am having to remember left/port, right/starboard in a HURRY/CRISIS. No wonder I'm exhausted at night. Rick is also exhausted - probably from working hard to not yell at me when I get them confused...
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| The yellow triangle on top tells you the route you are on is part of the ICW |
Suddenly the wide water disappeared and we were back in a straight cut - and soon we found our sweet little anchorage in Peck Lake (which is really just a side pocket off the channel - 'lake' is a very self-confident way for the 'lake' to think about itself). The anchorage was just by a semi-circle of beach; on the other side of the foliage you could hear the breakers of the actual ocean rolling in. We decided we would just have a bit of a rest and then we would get the dingy down and hike over to the ocean... Four. Hours. Later. We still hadn't put the dingy down and decided to do it in the morning. Gorgeous sunset. I felt badly about the snow in Atlanta my friends were sending pictures of. (sorry, not sorry)
It was a lovely night, very peaceful. The ONLY unexpected bit was when I walked out on to the back deck to look at the moon rise and in the black water behind me a manatee (which I couldn't see because he was black on black) surfaced and blew out his nostrils. I about had a heart attack as visions of the Loch Ness Monster danced in my head.
What a show the moon gave us!
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