The excitement hasn't worn off but a sense of calm has taken over. We have broken the dock glue grip and are on our way. My mind is a bit fuzzy, the days run together. The places, although few, have begun to get jumbled. I guess Cruiser brain has kicked in.
I had worried that I would not be able to "do nothing". Well, that seems to not be a problem. I've finished one book and am halfway though a second. I'm definitely letting go.
|Carrot Cake - Bruce's Choice this year!|
So far, we've cruised 174 miles. Not so much really. We haven't even made it past Galveston, TX., which is the furthest up the coast I've been in a boat. But in my mind, we're already worlds away. We have been so lucky… charmed even. The weather has been cooperative and the waterways have been smooth. Bruce has been able to get some sailing in, although motor-sailing mostly, or just motoring. He just can't seem to sit still and wants to SAIL!
|Phantom leads the way through the Brazos River Lock system|
I can't say enough about how much we've enjoyed our new friends from Phantom. They have taken us under their wing and have shown us the way to get started. I mean, we KNOW how to sail and to get from here to there… but just the ways of the waterway, dealing with the locks and the rivers… They have been just wonderful!
|Fishing in the Colorado River|
I've never anchored in a river before. I wouldn't know the first thing about it… but wait. That's not true… I do NOW! We spent the first night after Lighthouse Cove in the Colorado River. It was such a thrill. We followed Phantom through the Lock, listening to Jimmy and the Lockmaster talk back and forth. We kind of got the feel for it. We turned down into the river and Jimmy told us to drop the hook anywhere past the last green channel marker. Once we were "outside" the marked waterway, we were free to anchor anywhere.
We turned up into the current coming downstream and dropped the anchor. We set it, and with the exception of the trip line float we had rigged being pulled under by the current… everything went fine. We had rain most of the day, but once we got settled in, the sky cleared and we were able to get out on deck and see our new surroundings. It made us feel almost giddy! We spent a quiet night in the river and were up early the next morning to get ready for our next leg. We didn't want to hold things up as there was another lock to go through.
|We were first through the East Colorado Lock at 9am|
Phantom contacted the Colorado lock and was given the go-ahead to lead us out of the East lock before other traffic could pass. We hurried to exit the lock so as not to keep the other boaters waiting.
|Passing beneath bridges becomes commonplace|
|Do I look fat in this picture?|
|The color of the water and decreasing depths made me nervous.|
Our next stop for the night was the San Bernard River. This was a little more difficult than the Colorado, because the depths weren't as good and we had less room to swing. We set the anchor and I went below to begin dinner, we were hosting Phantom… Bruce donned swim trunks and jumped into the river to check the depths. Suddenly, I heard him calling me to look out! I glanced out the galley port and saw him standing on the bottom in chest deep water, just a few feet from the boat. "I guess this means you want to move the boat, don't you?" I said. That would be affirmative…
eBoatCard website. This could have gone horribly wrong, but like I said… we're Charmed!
We found a flock of 30 or more roseate spoonbills… my FAVorite bird! I took hundreds of pictures as I crept closer and closer. I finally stopped, thinking I was close enough. I didn't want to disturb them.
Suddenly, they all got spooked and took flight! It was amazing to see their nearly white backs going away, then they all banked and I got the full glory of their pink undersides as the circled back around and landed back where they were. It was awesome!
|Conquered the Blue Crab!|
The beach was littered with driftwood logs and seaweed but we took a quick dip anyway. We whiled away the afternoon lying on the sand contemplating life. We watched the baitfish surf the waves for nearly an hour before we headed back to the boat to clean ourselves up for dinner aboard Phantom.
|Following Phantom through the Brazos River Lock|
We had to dodge a lot of floating driftwood logs on this stretch of ICW. I assume they were coming from the Brazos river up ahead. There was some question as to whether or not the recent rain up North would have any effect on us, but we were, once again… lucky. We breezed through the lock, no problem. I know that eventually our luck will turn, but for now… I'm thankful that we're getting an easy start.
Harvest Moon Regatta, which would begin two days from now.
This brings you up to date, dear reader. The wifi is highly questionable here, so it's difficult to get a post published. The weather has been cool, rainy and windy… keeping us holed up onboard. We've been somewhat productive. I got that birthday cake made only one day after the fact.
We had a visit from Chuck and his friends as they were passing through on their way to Port A for the HMR party. We begged off going to Phantom for dinner tonight as the weather wasn't good and we've been taken over by a laziness that has been long in coming.
|Shuttling the boys back to shore, Rub-A-Dub-Dub|