Splish, splash, we made a dash

Suddenly, the weather predictions for today showed a settled sea of 1-2 feet and winds in the single digit range out of the north - not so bad. So I gave our slip rent to John Caffrey to turn in this morning when the office opens, and we got underway at 0640 for the first leg of our homeward voyage.



Needless to say, the predictions were for a bit less sea than we have been seeing all day, but they are not as bad as they are going to get in the next day. Once on the mainland coast, we have a lot more alternatives, and after we get to Fort Myers Beach tomorrow, it will be a couple of short miles to get into the protection of the Intracoastal Waterway.



For now, we have Marco Island in sight to starboard and will bypass it in favor of a previously used anchorage at Port Royal just inside Gordon Pass.



Mary has had a tummy bug and has spent the day abed, leaving me to fend for myself here at the conn for the 13-hour transit. So, I have come up with a new definition of rough seas. It's too rough if I cannot safely open the refrigerator and successfully make a sandwich without accidentally spreading mayo on my hand instead of the bread. It wasn't too rough today! :)