|Sign of the times. Was it placed there to
make a mockery of our plans?
Unlikely, but apt.
|On the way… Masthead on luxury liner
Kismet; a wealthy Jags fan docked
near us at JAX Landings for the game.
Note the helmet under the big kitty’s paw.
|Wayne test drives his new West Marine
foulies. He like them, but his expression
radiates his joy over the weather.
We bought foulies figuring for
New Zealand, not Jacksonville Florida.
Our tentative plan was to overnight at Sister’s Creek free dock. It’s just a mere two miles from our entry into the Atlantic ocean, where we’d catch the tide out, then spend the next two days sailing 24/7 the 230 or so miles down Florida’s East Coast to Stuart. That for one last visit to Mom (in DelRay Beach) and Dad (in Sarasota) before leaving the country for two years.
Instead, here we sit for another day, pinned to the dock with several other cruisers also lamenting their foiled plans. The temperature in Stuart (our intended next stop)? 75F. Here? 50s, not counting wind chill in gusts of 30 mph+.
|Note the wooden dock tipping into
the water? This barely “floating” dock is
near its limits, with the tide running
a foot and half above normal.
|Pinned! It took the grunting strain of
three men to nudge Journey back
far enough to adjust our fenders. Our fenders work. Poor fenders.
|Journey, our Pearson 365 sailboat, jaunty
in her red canvas, in the lineup of boats
pinned against the dock by wind and water.
She’s ready to go, but at the moment
Mother Nature has other plans.