Many Moons spent Thanksgiving night at anchor, 10 miles off-shore.
Huh?? Yup! That’s how shallow it is off Florida’s north-west coast. Just 15 feet deep.
I wasn’t there, of course. (See previous post.) Jeff sent me these photos as I waited in Carrabelle to meet my Michigan friends and my car.
But I can’t seem to stop blogging. That’s the thing about The Great Loop. It gets into your heart and under your skin and embedded in your mind. Ask anyone who’s done it!
A funny example. As I took the wheel of my car for the first time in four months, I heard an insistent beep from the passenger seat next to me. “Put on your life jacket!” I said to my companion.
Um. Seat belt, I mean.
Many Moons traveled 93 miles on Thanksgiving Day before dropping anchor offshore. (The winds were favorable that night, or it would not have worked as well as it did.) As I write, she is 67 miles further along, in Crystal River, waiting for the next weather window to proceed south to Tarpon Springs. That’s 160 miles in two days. Two long days, for a boat that travels 8.5 mph. Whew.
See photos and captions below.