Galley Wench Tales

Exploring the world through the people we meet
and the food they eat.

Our stop: the industrial anchorage of Lake Worth, Florida, West Palm Beach.

I almost called this post “Death by 1,000 Bridges.” It was “only” 16 bridges, but all but three opened only twice an hour, just long enough to let its queue of vessels through. We motored for nice hours, marking an average of two bridges per hour. 

What’s the height on that one?” Wayne asked the bridge tender. “SIxty-five feet, at low tide”
the bridge tender told him. Our mast height is sixty two feet.
We breathed a sigh of relief once we passed.

Boca Raton bridge. Note the traffic coming and going through this narrow, termporary bridge opeing.

Note the 25-knot wind speed across our beam. This gave Wayne a good forearm workout all day.
The ICW is protected. The winds were much more intense “outside” on the coast.

How does the other half—no these days—the one-percenters, live? “Sothebys” read of the realty signs for an (Intracoastal waterway (ICW) sign we noticed. Given today’s stat in one of my morning news feeds, with US median home prices at $303K, I can’t imagine most of the ICW-facing homes would move for less than at least a couple of mil.

A few of the many upscale intracoastal homes we passed that surely must cost multi-millions.

Despite the swearing-in of Biden a month ago, as we travel through the area a stone’s throw from Trump’s current Mar a Lago resident, the only political signs we saw proclaimed die-hard Trump support.

No positive Biden signage anywhere,

I found it ironic that the homes that displayed Trump signs were the ones that least looked like part of the ‘hood, and more like the January 6th stormers of the White House. Those who were most likely to benefit from the business-at-all-costs and wealth-protectionist policies displayed no signs of their political leanings at this stage.

Wedding party on the ICW. Outdoors, but definitely no socially distancing or masks.

Along the ICW between Lake Worth and Pompano, there were a few brief glimses of
untamed areas where the Australian pine—ironwood—held sway.  

What I didn’t get a photo of: the spring-break-like atmosphere. Boats all over, with lots of bikinis.

Location Location

Our last bridge of the day, #14, 14th Street, Pompano Beach, Florida.

We spent the night at an anchorage off Pompano Beach, Florida, 26 13.368N 80 05.910W. The current plan is to jump from Miami to Alicetown, Bimini, tomorrow. This morning it’s just 4 bridges, then out to the ocean, then back in for protected anchorage again for the night before we leave. This is a retrospective of yesterdays trip. from West Palm Beach to Pompano, Florida. Today’s jouney will be covered in tomorrow’s post.

As long as we were window shoppong, why not look for our next home, maybe something like this?