Last night, the water was so clear we made water. Up early we headed to Matheson Hammock Park, which had the best diesel price, $4.10. If we bought 500 gallons we'd get a discount. Our total: 497. Of course. We can hold 600 gallons, total -- we were getting low.
Note to self: If we ever go back to MHP, do not use the northern channel. We managed, but the depths were about a foot under the keel. Bit of a nail biter. 3 feet on the southern channel.
|Last night's sunset|
|My job was to watch the fuel pump to let|
Russ know how much we were adding.
To do that, tho, I had to move my feet.
Such a bother!
Once past the main port of call, the channel got narrower, and was bounded on both sides with sea walls and houses. Lots and lots of houses. From palatial estates to apartment complexes, for miles and miles, nothing but buildings. Additionally, all the bridges here were too low for us to sneak under. On top of that, boat density increased (probably more to do with the time of day, mid to late afternoon). While all the signs around us say "slow" or "no wake", the locals believe these are optional. Their wakes smacked us as they blasted by, then smacked us again, bouncing off the sea walls. Oh yeah. We get it now.
|Riding through Miami|
|Not a black-n-white pic. Just rainy at sunset.|
Finally we came to a lake (bounded by houses and sea walls), that had some space for us. We dropped the hook, exhausted. 4 minutes later, the skies poured open.