We got back Monday evening from three days of poking around with Wild Blue; out in the Gulf, the ICW, and some river cruising. Just over 120 miles, about 30 gallons of fuel. The evenings here have cooled off enough to make for comfortable sleeping aboard. One night we anchored in about 3' in a backwater off the Arroyo Colorado, and woke up the next morning to a first for us... the braying of three donkeys. (Proof for the Blonde that I am not the only jackass around here 8) ) We spent another night in Port Mansfield; I used to call it the last "undiscovered" waterfront property on the Gulf Coast. No longer; since we were here a couple years ago, the quiet little fishing village has filled with condos and townhouses on the water. Progress. And something I've never seen around here: a sign in the harbor proclaiming a manatee zone... maybe it's just a way to get folks to slow down?
On the leg home, we came up against 30 mph winds right on the nose. The Laguna Madre can build up fast; we had 3-5' close waves that were breaking. We had to slow down, but we were dry and comfortable. The cat slept through all but the roughest stuff, when she hopped out of the v-berth, hollered at me on the way, and laid on the floor under the dinette. The normally pretty water was a nasty greenish-brown...
Today was uncommonly calm here (we are one of the top 10 wind surfing areas in the country). We took Wild Blue into some shallows in the Laguna and gave her bottom a good scrubbin'.
Then across the beautiful turquoise water of the bay and into the blue of the Gulf. Imagine 2' swells with a long period... this kind of motion is heavenly!
Here's a shot coming back in from the Gulf...
We watched the dolphins play and the pelicans dive. Saw some Coast Guard gents putting up a daymark and cleaning the solar panel on another (it isn't all chasing bad guys). And then a sign that we see everyday as we come into our canal:
The literal translation is: don't make waves. Not a bad philosophy.
Best wishes,
Jim B.