|Yachts as big as homes or homes as big as yachts?|
You might as well plan on a late start if you want to top off water tanks and pump out waste before getting underway. The decision to slow down and take our time going up the East coast has been a good one. Our days are planned with the weather, possible inlets, bridges and interesting anchorages in mind. Gone are the days when we plan for optimal speed and distance. And it’s nice…
The Las Olas Marina opened at 8 am. We called them and were told to just pick a slip. The wind was clam and there wasn’t much current to speak of, so it was an easy docking in the enormous slip. There are pump outs at each slip and they’re self serve. I topped off the water tanks while Bruce got us set up to pump out the waste. This was a luxury as it allowed us to give our tanks a much needed fresh water flush. We took our time and got it done right and feeling fresh as a summer’s breeze, we quietly slipped out of Ft. Lauderdale while it was just awakening.
The gorgeous homes of Ft. Lauderdale with their equally gorgeous yachts gave way to a more eclectic mix of excess and modesty. There were still enormous homes along the way, but there were more and more homes that looked as if they have been there since more simpler times. Old homes that may have once demonstrated opulence, but on a different scale.
|Must have pink|
The dark waters began to turn a brilliant green again signifying our approach to the Hillsboro Inlet. We learned that being near an inlet is a very good thing as far as property values go… those modest homes disappeared and were once again replaced by the “haves”… Hillsboro homes made Ft. Lauderdale homes seem like those of posers. THIS is where the people who are “just rich” live…
|Still Quiet on a Friday|
|That's US just right of center in the webcam pic!|
Bruce’s defense: If they’re going to show them, they should expect somebody to look. And besides… they’re some of the best that money can buy! That’s it. I’m taking the binoculars away… (No offense to any of you dear readers who have enhanced bosoms... Bruce and I both love them, I'm just a chicken or I would have some myself!)
His esophagus constricted on a piece, or pieces of meat, causing him pain, hiccoughs and the inability to swallow. This progressed with his attempts to sip water, to mass production of phlegm and more pain. Long story short, we tried everything we could find on the internet to alleviate the spasms, including accupressure, walking, head between the knees, and panic.
The options were not good. We could try to find a place to dinghy ashore and hope that our dinghy was still there when we returned… take a cab to the ER on a Saturday night, where we would wait forever for attention… or we could wait it out here on the boat. He was able to breathe. So we opted to wait until dawn, then decide. Maybe get some help with shore access from the local water police.
After a seemingly endless night where we were both only able to fitfully doze, dawn arrived. With it, the passing of his malady. He was suddenly able to swallow water. No need to seek medical attention. We went back to sleep.
|Between the Buns - Water Snack Bar|
|Doing cartwheels on this FLOAT! I want one!!!|
|I love the little interested fishes.|
|Evidently he's back to normal...|
This is a beautiful anchorage and one we will put on our list of places to return. Hopefully next time without the drama!