|Looking out towards the Lake Worth Inlet|
|Bruce swimming just fast enough to beat the current...|
|A real Pirate's Lair!|
Once we got settled and felt secure that the anchor would hold, we took off in the dinghy to check things out. We found this little pontoon fort on a mooring. "Pirates Only". How awesome is that???
|Home Sweet Home|
|The wind was just beginning to pick up|
We've had afternoon showers more days than not since we left the Keys. We always try to be on the boat when they come, but there hasn't been any real reason for concern...yet.
The clouds were a dramatic curtain punctuated with lighting bolts from cloud to ground. The thunder indicated that the real deal was still a few miles away.
At this point, we were busy rolling down the enclosure parts and making sure that everything on deck was stowed. The dinghy would just have to fend for itself as it bounced around in our wake as the waves increased. Jezabelle was still lounging in the cockpit with us when the rain hit, but she quickly changed her mind about it and disappeared below.
|Our storm track|
We could hear boaters in distress calls answered by the Coast Guard and counted ourselves lucky that we weren't out on the open water in this. We felt pretty confident that we would be fine, as long as we weren't struck by lightning.
|It was right after this that he got the life vests out...|
No worries. We have the parts on hand to make a new pole for it. Too bad though. If this is the worst thing that happens to us in this storm, we'll take it!
|Moving to the NE|
Finally, the winds died down to sustained 20s again, then the waves began to lessen. It all just stopped. I could see that we had another wave to come, so we got busy in the "eye" of the storm. Bruce pumped six inches of water out the dinghy, we took down the remains of the sunshade. I cleaned up the cat vomit... Poor little darlings. This was just like an offshore passage to them.
As quickly as it came, it was gone. The second wave was another insignificant shower, barely worth noticing. I discovered that we had left two ports open. How is it that two grown adults can not seem to complete a simple task like shutting ALL of the windows??? So I hung up the wet things to dry inside the saloon and we made ourselves a bowl of hot Wolf Brand Chili. It just seemed like the thing to do.
This was our first notable storm since leaving home. With its passing came an increased confidence in our boat and in ourselves. I wasn't frightened. We held it together. We learned a few lessons about being prepared, most importantly not to become complacent. If the weather looks threatening, prepare fully. You never know when a storm will get out of hand.
|Bruce beaching the dink on Peanut Island|
|Shells on the Beach|
|I can't take home shells, so I'll take THIS!|
|I tossed this guy back into the water. Found him high and dry!|
|Dessert-like Sands of a Sand Bar|
|The Burger Hut planned poorly...|
|This cute little puffer was searching desperately for deeper water|
|Our Exit tomorrow|
|Permanent Vacation Hut|
|As you can see... I kept my Swimmin' Hat|
|I hung onto Bruce and let him drag me through the trough. He's such a good Husband|
|Cute little striped fish chasing us through the trough|
|We think he was finding treats in the stirred up bottom when we walked|