Key Biscayne, Florida

But before we go to Key Biscayne, here's a too-cute shot of Bob's Aunt Marie and Uncle Danny "dinghying over" to the boat for lunch, March 4, Lake Worth, FL.

We sailed Thursday from North Palm Beach to No Name Harbor, Key Biscayne, with the help of our newest sailor boy, Brian. This is Brian. He loves sailing. Arrived Friday and fell into bed, exhausted. The trip down was tough-- we were wailing against the wind and the Gulf Stream, wind stronger than predicted, Gulf Stream further inland than stated in weather reports. Makes for a rough, wallowing kind of trip. And if you weren't prepared for it, as we weren't, you might find yourself wondering whether you have time to stow the wine bottles before you barf, or if you even care about the wine bottles any more. Or wine. Or anything but getting off this boat, as soon as possible.

A photo of the walk to the beautiful beach here. We of course are the shadow-people:
Don't know these people; just like the shot

Don't know why that line keeps underlining itself, either.

Okay, so I was just about to write a little about this anchorage, which is crazy and fun on weekends with many Cuban powerboaters and kids and music and dancing and good food smells... we took a walk around the natural areas to the beach, then decided to walk to the Winn Dixie for some ground beef so we could grill out and join in the fun. Winn Dixie turned out to be quite a walk-- maybe 2 miles, and I had only "short-walk-to-the-beach-type sandals" on-- I need to start wearing "good sturdy walking shoes" everywhere I go, and I will, as soon as I find some "good sturdy walking shoes" that don't look like "good sturdy walking shoes". Okay, so that was yesterday. We had a great dinner, though not a grilled one; it was too late for that by the time we got back to the boat, but we'll have it tonight. We were going to go anchor out (free, and peaceful, as opposed to noisy, albeit entertaining, and $15 a night) but now it seems we'll be here at least another day. Bob just started the engine to charge the batteries, run the refrigeration (where tonight's dinner resides) etc., and, surprisingly enough, the fuel filter assembly that was supporting the vice grips that keep the propeller shaft from turning when you're running in neutral fell off. Just a little problem that caused us to drive forward rather suddenly and I got my third look at the world outside the cockpit coming too close, too fast. And a huge egg on my shin from where I almost fell off the boat trying to fend off the other boat. So now our anchor has dragged, in this crowded little cove. We almost hit the boat in front of us, and every couple of minutes I have to fend off the boat behind us. It's a little white sailboat, and it has a blue eyeball embedded in the bow that makes it looks like it's floating over toward our boat with vengeance in its heart. I'd take a picture if I had any time. More later, from warm, sunny, anything-but-boring Key Biscayne!