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CRUISE Day 19– Tuesday, August 6th – on our way home!
We fueled up and left Key West at 11:30 am to an Atlantic that was
mildly choppy with approximately 2’ – 3’ waves. There was a storm in the
distance, which is par for the course with us because we seem to always
leave Key West in a storm, going into a storm or running away from a
storm! It stayed over on the Port side and finally went around behind us
to hit Key West no doubt. The water started to calm and we were feeling
pretty good about things at this point. However, again as per usual,
that didn’t last for long and the seas kicked up again to a windy 3’ –
5’ chop all across the Florida Bay! We figured that once we reached
Marco Island things would calm down because we would be closer to land and it would be
later in the day – wrong again. All the way from Cape Romano at the tip
of Marco Island until we reached well beyond Fort Myers Beach, the waves
were even higher than they were going across Florida Bay - and never
ending. What were we thinking when we thought we could go the whole trip
with perfect seas? As a result of the high waves and rolling seas, there
weren’t any pictures taken, to say the least. Salty was great and sat with me on the
inside stern seat that backs up against the helm for hours without
complaining or wanting to move around. We turned into San Carlos Bay and
up toward the Caloosahatchee River channel past Sanibel and “home”….. we
at last had calm water. Salty was then able to jump on his stern seat
closest to the swim platform where he could watch the boats and “smell”
for home. We arrived safely at our dock in a light drizzle around 6:00
pm. On our trip, Salty was always excited to see the new docks and
Marinas “with dry land”. However, when we finally reached home, he
literally leaped off the boat, ran up to “his grass” and tore around
“his yard” doing the Wheaten Whirl… or the “Bum Tuck Boogie” as we
sometimes call it….. no doubt about it – he was home! After his energy
spurt he went to his all time favorite place – THE POOL! Thank
the good Lord – finally - “his pool”…. all that time without a pool to
lounge in must have been torture for that pool old Salty dog. We did it
– we made the trip – we were all happy to be home (and planning the next
trip)!
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