Saturday, January 10, 2015
What's Next
We made it back to Fort Walton early enough to take a van load of stuff off the boat then retire to the lounge. Several friends had come out to greet us and share a libation or two. The past week has been a long process of laundry, cleaning the boat, putting away all the stuff off the boat, loading up the recycle bin with junk mail and dealing with the non-junk mail. Payback is indeed hell but we are still glad we went and dreaming of our next trip. David is the Vice-Commodore this year and committed to serving our club as best he can so no long trip for a while. But once, he's served......
Homeward Bound
Since our alternate reality awaits us back in Fort Walton Beach, we had to say farewell to Crooked Island and start our last few legs of the trip. Since we didn't want to bump along the bottom getting back into the gulf, we waited until high tide to leave. This was in the afternoon so we only planned to go as far as the St. Andrew's Bay and drop anchor at the first protected spot inside the inlet to the bay. We had a great sail all the way down. Too bad it was only about 15 miles. With the weather due to change, not for the better, we tucked as close to shore as possible at Davis Point. It was already past sunset so we were eager to get settled in the dwindling light. There was one other boat, another ketch, nearby. We had the rest of the black eyed peas and turned in early since we were planning to be on our way by 6 in the morning. The goal is to cover the 60 miles to our home slip before the weather turned stormy and cold. The morning saw us socked in with fog. With only 1/4 mile visibility, we ran under radar guidance for the first several hours. Fortunately things cleared by noon and the tension eased. The final 30 miles were in our home waters of Choctawhatchee Bay and we had a glorious sail all the way home. Just in time for some really crummy weather!
This was a new one for us. We've seen a lot of boats
a few house boats but never anything like this. We couldn't
On to Crooked Island
Another favorite spot (I suppose we have a lot of them since this is prime cruising grounds) in the Florida panhandle is Crooked Island. It is extremely remote and one end of it is a bird sanctuary for several endangered species. Since it is only accessed by boat, it is not overcrowded even during high tourist season. The one major drawback is the narrow opening to get back into the protected waters. You don't even see the break until you are only a few hundred yards off the shore. You definitely never go in without prior knowledge, good sun and a good depth sounder. Google Earth was also a help in seeing exactly where the shoal water versus deep water was located. I wish I could overlay the Google Earth shot onto the chart plotter. Hope that one is in the works for the electronics designers. It took us a few attempts to get in but once in and anchored, we had the entire bay to ourselves. For 3 days we had no other boats anchor near us and only a few fishing boats trying their luck. We went to shore each day to walk, collect shells and just enjoy being alive and cruising. New Year's was celebrated with champagne on the eve and black eyed peas on the day. If the rest of the year is so glorious, it will be our best ever!
This was a washout area across from where we were anchored.
Obviously, the water comes over the island during storms.
The eastern end of Crooked Island. You can see the
smoke from a controlled burn in the background.
David looking at calm water knowing it isn't always that way.
We found hundreds of starfish on the beach. We're not sure why but
the gulls enjoyed the easy pickings for dinner.
We walked at low tide and the designs made in the sand
by the receding water were amazing.
We tried to rescue this octopus but he was too far gone. David
found him washed up on shore and we took him out past the
surf line. He just came back.
This poor little plant is tenaciously hanging on. The
stems of these shore plants make a myriad of designs in
the sand as they are blown back and forth. Nature's crop circles.
The sun gave us a special show through the gathering haze.
Just a few of our treasures. We didn't think we'd find much
so we hadn't brought a bucket. We marked our trove with the
stick so we could find it the next day. Turned out to be a good idea since
boats brought over about a dozen people to beachcomb.
Last sunset of 2014.
Good morning 2015
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