Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, Memorial Day, was spent relaxing. We could see a parade forming at the park on the waters edge in Coco in the early morning. As well as bagpipes practicing their planned marching tunes. It was nice to hear those, it fit the serene morning, cloudy but bright, as the storm moved it’s way inland, just North of us. We didn’t feel any effects of it other than about 20 rain drops and a bit of rocking, nothing unusual. We kept the hatches open all night, allowed the breezes to flow through the cabin which cooled it off considerably. We were in no hurry to leave, and finally made our way up the intracoastal waterway to Titusville Marina, where we planned to refuel, top off our water and get some bread. We were unsuccessful with the bread which means I will probably be making bread. We did pick up a Ben and Jerry’s and ate it on the way back to Casa Mare’ as a dark band of rain was quickly approaching us from the North. Fred wanted to get the boat away from the dock before it was too late. The dock hand was more than willing to assist us in the process as he also wanted to get inside the marina before it was too late for him also. It was a record departure. He decided to drop anchor and wait out the passing storm. The hatches were slammed shut, the boat secured and before we knew it, we were getting the first significant amount of moisture that hit us since Beryl formed off the coast. It was clear it had no plans to move on, more than making up for what moisture we had missed during the weekend. Exchanging smiles, we were succumbed to a rainy day on the boat, and there’s nothing wrong with that! It became clear to both of us that we were in no rush to get home making decisions like this easy. We had already set the trip back 2 days waiting out Beryl so what was another day? Dinner was steak and macaroni and cheese with onions and broccoli, great comfort food! We watched a movie we dug up, “Smile”. Reruns are in the mix of movies since we have seen all on board, we thought. Not this one though. It was a good movie and a true story. The plan was to get an early start but neither of us could sleep so we played Ono. I knew when he was stirring his cup of coffee before the pot had finished perking and the engine started, he was on a mission. I closed the ports and made my way back to the galley, poured myself a cup of coffee poked my head out to the pretty overcast but bright skies above. “Morning” rolled off my lips and I sat down on a wet cushion, a normal wake up call the day after a storm. I moved to the other side, making a mental note to replace that soggy cushion before any of the others were replaced. It would be nice to have closed cell cushions in the cockpit but after that, the bank account would have to be closed as that stuff is expensive. It became clear, to stay dry on a boat, comes with a cost. Closed cell foam is at the top of the list for costly things. Hard to find and drains the funds quickly. I am okay with a get it as you go format, replacing the worse ones first or not doing anything or going with no cushions at all. Actually, it doesn't matter at all...there, that one is solved. Life can be simple.
The morning started off comfortable, no humidity, which is a given on the Florida East coast. The waters are calm and the bird estuaries are a sight to see. A great photo opt going through the canal but I was too busy putting up the main sail, although the camera was ready. Next time. We motor sailed for 20 miles, North West following the narrow path which gives a foot slack on each side. I took my stand and declared I was not going to be at the helm through this. Sails, up, current flowing and the engine helping us along, a perfect set up for disaster with me at the helm. I would be busy gawking around and find a shoal to slow us down, for sure. I feel like a child on their first adventure, soaking in all that there is to see and more.
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