Monday 6 April 2020
As planned, we sucked all the water
we could out of the marina’s water system until 1100 today when we got underway
and headed on down the line to Miami. In
contrast to the weekend, there were essentially NO other boats on the water
except a police boat of one jurisdiction or another at every turn as we closed
in on Miami. We saw very little activity
of any sort along the close-by banks of the waterway. The MacArthur Causeway bridge is near where
we are now anchored (since about 1500), and at rush hour there is hardly any
traffic on it. There were police cars
parked at various public places on the waterfront with yellow police barrier
tape strung around in an apparent attempt to convince people they have no place
to go and to stay home. As this is
typed, we have a little piece of severe weather rolling through the area with
funnel cloud potential. Our 150-pound
anchor with ½-inch chain is holding like a rock in the 1 MPH gustiness. The projections for weather along the Keys
tomorrow are good, but if they are not so good, Mary says she will just go lie
down and let me do all the hard work.
Looking across the intervening spit of land from our anchorage, we can
see the cruise ships at their terminal.
One or two of them had corona virus deaths aboard, and some of the
passengers are still restricted aboard.
