Saturday, February 16, 2019

Run to Marathon

Day 272  |  Shark Island to Marathon  |  5.7 Hours  |  44 Miles  

I was awake as dawn broke over Everglades National Park. In the 25 minutes between first light and sunrise, I sought out angles other than the standard straight-on view. My favorites were the reflection in the pilothouse door and from atop the pilothouse roof.


We slipped our lines from Miss Utah and headed south along Everglades National Park. We had no cell or internet service and anxiously awaited the phones to chime upon our return to civilization. The Gulf of Mexico was calm again today. We traveled in water that averaged 15 feet deep and alternated between shades of blue and green. The shallow water also meant crab pots ... and there were thousands of them. Barry and I spent most of our time on lookout which somewhat explains today's dearth of photos. Miss Utah commented afterward that we did such an excellent job that their trip was almost-stress free. They just followed in our wake. When we rounded Point Sable and headed east, the wind and waves increased (on our nose) making for a wet ride with spray consistently reaching Fiberglass Beach. With Seven Mile Bridge in sight, our cell service returned. On the far side of the bridge, dolphins arrived to escort us into Marathon. When we turned to port on final approach to Marathon Marina, the waves on our nose became waves on our beam creating a rolly ride for the final 15 minutes.


We managed to squeeze into our slip with millimeters to spare and no fiberglass damage. It took a while to get settled and checked-in. We caught up briefly with Jeff and Terri (Change of Pace) who have spent the past few months here on their Selene 43. We all watched the sunset from Miss Utah before heading out for dinner.


Tomorrow we will give Crossroads a bath and get all the salt off of her. Barry has some more projects he wants to complete. I'm sure Chris and I will make our way to the pool. We have a busy week planned and I have to start getting organized.

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