|Notice boats pointing in all directions...|
I tried to go over the day’s events in my mind. What could I have done differently? How did we go wrong? How can we keep this from happen again. As usual… all answers can be found from friends on our Facebook Page. After relating our anchoring woes on our page, this advice floated to the surface of the thread, to be revered and remembered for hereafter in our minds: From Judy on S/V Bebe
Silty bottoms : Let out 2x scope, letting the boat drift—never putting into reverse. Drink a beer. Let out 2x more scope. Drink a beer. Let out 2x more scope. Go hit the head. Come back up and then put the boat into reverse and test it. Takes a minimum of 45 minutes for the anchor to sink into the soft silty sand bottom and set. Do anything else and you will just plow a trough through the bottom and never set the anchor.
Lightning Whelk. I’ve seen this type of shell before back home, but much smaller and full of hermit crabs. This big black (and edible?) beast seemed unafraid as I approached. I left them alone, but watched and took some pictures.
|Bunches of locals beached on the sandbar|
There is a huge sandbar where the local power boaters bring their families to spend the day frolicking in the clear waters. There were dozens of boats there and the people looked like they were having such a good time. Florida must be just a wonderful place to grow up for boating families! But I had to wonder... without holding tanks... where they were all using the restroom?…
|The color change of the water was miraculous!|
|Object of Desire|
We anticipated increased winds overnight and both of us were a little worried, although we didn’t voice our concerns. We noted our position again and again while sitting on the deck enjoying the rolling fog, until its gentle tendrils gave us a chill.
We were early to bed and early to rise… although not of our own doing. I heard the wind pick up at about 3 am. The water slapping the dinghy’s hard bottom alerted me and soon the boat began to rock. Sleeping was officially over. Bruce went up and took a look around, surely that boat is closer… I joined him and we both kept watch for about half an hour. Yes, it’s getting closer. We’ve got to move.
The boat on our starboard side was alive as well. They pulled in some scope and called it good. I’m not sure how that works… but they didn’t have another boat behind them. The wind had turned so that the boat that had been slightly to our starboard, was now directly behind. And it wasn’t swinging.
We started the engine and Bruce pulled in the anchor. Once up, we both looked at each other… Where should we go. It’s still dark, but there is enough ambient light for us to see the other boats in the anchorage. I began to slowly make our way to the back of the pack.
|Our new spot at the back of the pack|
I left Bruce in the cockpit on watch while I and the kitties went back to bed. I felt secure in our new spot and there were no boats behind us. Once daylight arrived, I got up and we saw no reason not to hit the road.
I consulted the charts and found that we had an easy hop after a little shallow stretch, but the tide was rising, so I wasn’t too worried. We made it past the hump and out across Sarasota Bay. Our next destination - Marina Jack’s Mooring Field, downtown Sarasota. It will be nice to be on the mooring ball for a few days.