Only 18 bridges today and clearly a shift in traffic and scenery. There were pockets of high-risers on the starboard side, but the port side was lined with private homes manicured to perfection. There was so little boat traffic and the seas were so smooth that at times, it felt like we were gliding into a painting. Oils. Colorful, rich, and textured.
So far, navigating the ICW has not been a challenge. We’re using charts and a chart plotter, and staying within the well marked channels. We’ve been warned of shoals and low depths, but so far, so good. The trick seems to be in learning to read the water. According to most books written on the ICW, “there are two kinds of boats: those that have run aground, and those that are going to.” A pleasant thought.
After 9 hours and 55 nautical miles, we docked in Stuart tonight. Last night we anchored, and our first night we moored. We never really know where or how we’ll settle in because we don’t know how much water we’ll cover. Too many factors come into play. For example, earlier today a motor boat passed us and a passenger on board pointed to our stern. That prompted a 20 minute delay while I throttled the boat to a standstill and Ken inspected the engines and transmissions, only to discover our swim ladder wasn’t secured. Yesterday, the boat seemed to be running rough so Ken dove down to check the props and found a bag trapped on one, and a rope wrapped around the other. Another delay, but luckily an easy fix.
Historic Stuart is a real treat. We taxied into town, enjoyed grilled mahi-mahi at Mulligan’s, and stretched our sea legs on the Riverwalk. A perfect end to another perfect day.
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