Tonight, a lesson in Native American names — which is appropriate, since this is Native American Heritage Month. We are anchored in Chocktawhatchee Bay, named for the Chocktaw Indian Tribe, on Florida’s Emerald Coast. (“Hatchee” means creek or river. A river does run out of this 30-mile-long bay.)
We are living one of those scenes where the mouth stays (mostly) shut while the eyes stay wide open, because words are inadequate. We risk whiplash from watching panoramas unfold on both sides of the boat … the lingering rays of jewel-hewed sunset on the west, and the pastels of moon-rise on the east.
How I love to anchor out! I don’t even mind the early nightfall when it’s this gorgeous.
The day began with a question mark: What would the diver find when he dove under Many Moons to examine the prop? Both Jeff and I noticed a vibration yesterday, so we hired a diver to investigate. We’ve heard enough stories of mechanical breakdowns to make us extra-alert to any new sound or motion. The cause: one of the four prop blades is slightly bent. The vibration manifests only at higher speeds, and we can live with it for now. The $100 fee to know this was worth the peace of mind it gave.
When I think of all the things we hit during our weeks on debris-strewn rivers, it’s no wonder we got a nick. We feel lucky it’s nothing worse.
Today’s cruise was all on wide-open water … so wide, in fact, that waves rocked us in a way we haven’t felt for months. It was a brief disruption, though. Most of the 30-mile crossing was simply choppy.
Photos and captions, from Two Georges Marina to Chocktawhatchee Bay, below.