Indian River

11/30/06

Fish on

In an almost identical fashion to the last time Dan caught a fish, Dan caught a fish. Moments after Dan dropped his hook in the water he had yet another cat fish. He is getting good at bottom fishing while we are at anchor. This cat fish was probably 14in. Of course the only times Brad throws a lure in the water is after Dan reels a fish in. Still no luck for us non-Dans. We anchored after a day of motoring with the wind in our face at mile 981. We are in the Indian River in central Florida for another 60 miles or so.

11/29/06

Back on track

Rain, oh the rain. I had never been to Florida before so I can’t comment on the weather except for the past couple days. The temperature is in the low 80s which would be perfect if there was ever a clear sky. I’m not sure if it is abnormal weather, but we keep getting these days of scattered showers, and I mean torrential showers. I like rain, I do and I don’t dislike being at the helm fully exposed to it. The problem is when you try to get some sleep and realize that the hatch above you is leaking. We ended our day of motoring at mile 914.

11/28/06

On our way again

We demildewified the boat in the morning. I don’t think the boat was especially mildewy but it took along time to clean from bow to stern with ammonia. We are optimistically thinking that it will be awhile till it returns. Waiting for a part makes the day take on a specific tone. It is not the pace of life on the water. The idle times while waiting are filled with an anxiety that resembles life in the real world. Everyone tries to be busy, but we all know nothing really maters till we get this part. Will it fit? Will we be able to wire it? I am no longer used to worries so these thoughts haunt more than they would have. Finally, the part did arrive and brad was able to install it. The engine started on queue and the inverter increased the voltage. We had some issues getting the gauges to work but everything seems to work now. All this was accomplished by 4ish and we were able to leave the marina and anchor a mile down the river in the lee of a causeway. The real problem of the day was that as soon as we anchored the wind died and the no-see-‘ems came out and devoured us. Hopefully we can avoid the bugs a little better in the future, especially since we enter Mosquito Bog tomorrow.