We shoved off with perfect timing to make the bridge opening on the hour... and about a half mile from home, Joan said, "The steaks are on the counter in the house." She suggested that we'd be fine without them... yeah, nothing like just a side dish for supper to celebrate. :? I turned Wild Blue around and we went back for the steaks. We don't need no stinkin' bridge opening - we can always go around the island the other way. It was an absolutely beautiful day and we had no schedule... 76º degrees, warm sunshine, and very little wind; somehow, taking the long way around didn't seem like a hardship. :wink:
Circumnavigating our island (a six mile trip), then north into the Laguna Madre, under the causeway. The causeway is an interesting dividing line: south of it the water is deeper and busy with excursion boats, parasail boats, and bay fishing head boats; north of it the water is shallow and generally less populated. We picked our spot to anchor, about 3/4 of a mile from the fireworks barge... and the only other boat out there. We dropped the anchor in about 3' of water and settled in... only 7 hours 'till midnight and the fireworks.
We listened to satellite radio, read, played some games, watched some local weather on tv... and mostly just kicked back. Here's a look at Joan settled in with a book...
And the last sunset of 2007...
The local weather sounded ominous: an arctic front is supposed to blow in sometime around midnight, with dropping temps and winds gusting above 35. Reporting stations north of us were already feeling it.
After dark, I fired up the grill (since we had something to put on it now); I frilled steaks while Joan made cheesy hashbrowns on the Wallas. We listened to a replay of a Jimmy Buffet concert from 1977... back when it was more about the music than the Parrothead experience. It was nearly calm at anchor, but we knew that wouldn't last. Fireworks are as much a tradition here as pinatas for celebrating, and we had a show on both sides of us (Port Isabel on the west, South Padre Island on the east); not as big as the midnight display, but constant. From my perspective, fireworks are like big sailboat racing: best done on someone else's nickel. 8)
Just before midnight, we watched as a steady parade of excursion boats ran in the channel, their only option. We still had the whole Laguna to ourselves. And right on time, the show went off...
The fireworks are just an excuse - I just really like having this night out and away from the crazy people on the roads. By the time the show ended, we could feel the drop in temperature and the wind clocked from east to north. We decided to head for home, since there is no protection from a north wind where we were anchored.
When we got to the swingbridge and called for an opening, the response was, "There is an ambulance on the island, I can't open the bridge until it leaves." We waited on the bayside of the bridge, and as the wind began to build, it took more work to keep us centered in the channel. Just after we decided to take the long way around, the bridge opened; a call on the radio from another boat alerted us to that fact. We rotated again and made our way past the bridge just as the first big gust hit. It tried to turn us like a weathervane, but a bit of power kept us on our track. Less than a mile to go. Turning into our canal, an even bigger gust hit... Joan kept a spotlight on the pvc marking the shallows while I gave the boat more power and a sharp turn to crab us into the opening. Once in the canal, we had some protection, but still needed a bit more power. We could see an odd glow on the nature side of the canal up ahead... yep, a small grass fire. Knowing that I wouldn't rouse anyone else on the radio at this hour, I called the swingbridge (they are able to contact security on our island). His English is plenty adequate for handling the bridge openings, but he wasn't sure what I was saying about the fire. I gave him the location of the fire and asked him to call security. Strong wind, small fire - not a good situation.
When we got to our dock, we tied Wild Blue off and I called security on our phone to report the fire (it was now about 2:00 am); the guy on the phone said, "Yeah, we know about it; some guy on a boat just reported it a couple minutes ago." We brought the essentials in out of the boat, I double checked lines, and we called it a night. In the house; with a bed that wasn't rolling. Good timing.
Happy New Year!
Jim & Joan