Heavy Traffic & Cat Overboard

Ah, to share the narrow waterways with hundreds of pleasure boaters in New Jersey on Memorial Day! “Hey, this is a no-wake zone!” hollered one self-appointed boating cop on the radio. “Oh, yeah?” came the challenge back. “Wha-a-a, wha-a-a!” (Whining sound.) “Welcome to New Jersey!”

And after dodging hundreds of fast boats and their wakes over 62 miles, we found today’s anchorage by running aground. Literally. (I searched for a marina but all were full, a consequence of Jeff’s preference to figure it out when we get closer.)

And now…just now…Boo the Boating Cat fell overboard! In the near-dark! I yelled for Jeff to grab the fishing net but it was tucked away somewhere and she was swimming off. I jumped in after her and she are I are now soaking wet. (I interrupted this writing to rescue her. I’m a little rattled, as you can understand!! At least now I know she can swim well.)

A memorable day!! This after Jeff spent all yesterday abed with a bad case of vertigo. (Which necessitated my driving most of the day in the ocean, which was fine except for worry over him.) Any sickness with him is extra-concerning since he is a Type-1 diabetic. After a few rounds of “vertigo treatment,” which we learned last time this happened – plus a lot of sleep – he was fully recovered and ready by this morning.

Ready, that is, for the New Jersey Intracoastal Waterway, which resembles the other two we have done (Gulf Intra-coastal and Atlantic Intracoastal) in many ways. But we have never seen as many boats in one day as we saw today. Nor as narrow a channel.

We fueled up ($6.29/gallon, the highest of the trip so far) before “finding” our anchorage by finding out where we would hit bottom. At least that seemed like Jeff’s method to me! He seems to love to push it into the shallows, even when I object. (In fact, when I was driving us off the fuel dock, he urged me to cut out of the channel. “Why? It’s less than five feet deep there!” I said. “That’s enough,” he answered. I guess it is, since we draw just three. But I stayed in the marked channel. Driver’s privilege! I don’t need to test limits the way he does. I guess I do it in other ways.) Oh well, it’s his boat and I knew the tide will lift us off again. In fact, it already has–but we’ll be grounded again in the middle of the night. And, we’ll be lifted off again by morning. So it goes in the ups-and-downs of The Great Loop!

Boo seems none the worse after I toweled her off well and hugged her a lot. But I’m still rattled. So, I end with gratitude that all ends well, even though I once again got more excitement than I bargained for. But don’t I love excitement? Well, yes! I guess I like to choose when and where it comes, when I can. (Keeping in mind that I was once a skydiver, among other exciting pursuits.) Photos and caption below. Good night from Manasquan Inlet. Tomorrow, back into the ocean and to New York City!!