It is hard to believe we have been here over a week. We need to be patient even though we are anxious to leave. This is boat life.
In the morning, we went to pick up our rental car but they had no cars. Apparently the person we spoke with the day before did not put us in the book. Learned to book online and then call. We were able to secure another car about a mile and a half away. On the walk we saw them taking down Christmas sand sculptures. I also saw a person charging his phone at the end of a light strand around a light pole , the plug where you could hook in another strand of lights. Resourceful.
We made the drive to Miami where interstate 95 just comes to an end without any acknowledgement as to its importance. I think there should be a park there or a museum; something to honor this long river of asphalt and traffic flows both ways along the east coast. But not even an exclamation point.
We found the marina, picked up our package, ate a sandwich by the harbor and drove back. We neglected to look in the box and notice that all components were not in that box. It was too late to drive back but we could make an early run in the morning and still get the car back on time. We parked the car in a garage and went back to the boat.
Our beloved drogue was gone when we returned. The bowline that tied to it was still intact and we have no idea how it got loose.
We tried to turn the day around. Laci ,Gale, and Mike on Russamee had invited us for fresh bread and we tried to shake our sour spirits. That was easy once we saw their boat. Laci made a beautiful bread for us and served it with a variety of toppings. Gale played tug and showed us her tricks. She went a little wild about my poncho but I was able to protect it. The boat has parquet floors and lots of cozy string lights, colorful linens and warm dark wood. Mike made the table from old lumber from the Coney Island boardwalk. He also showed us a guitar he had built. A lovely evening.
We rowed back to ur boat and pulled Fat Tuesday up on deck for the night.