It’s been twelve days since we left
St Petersburg. We sailed, motor sailed and sometimes just motored to get to
Englewood, Fl. We anchored each night
relishing in what it was like to be at anchor in the ocean with a cool sea
breeze and no neighbors. There’s pros and cons to nearly every situation and
where Sanibel parks is no different. We love being out in the wide open spaces
– free to do whatever we want without the worry of anyone else around. The cool
breeze was a welcome relief from the basin at the marina. We spent three days
to get to our destination, but took another day just hanging out to enjoy what we missed.
Monday morning we motored through the
lock, which separates the salt water from the fresh water, to get to the boat
yard. The process went well, maybe better than ever before, although it can be
tricky. As we approached the channel we were escorted by a dozen (or more)
dolphins: from a baby sticking close to its mama to a large protecting papa and
many more of all sizes.
In order to
reach the fresh water canal we motored Sanibel up to a gate with a concrete
dock on our starboard side. After securing ourselves to the pylons, we
activated the sequence by pulling down on and holding the triangle shaped ring.
A recorded voice told us to stand by for the gate to open. Then we let loose of
the dock and very slowly motored 40 feet or so into a fish bowl, we pulled on
another lever and the recorded voice let us know the gate was closing. Once the
gate closed another gate on the opposite end of the fish bowl opened. Water
rushed in and out swirling around Sanibel’s exterior making is somewhat hard to
hold her in place. Once the gates were open the recorded voice told us it was
safe to proceed. On the other side of the gate again we had to tie off and
finish the sequence by pulling the final triangle ring, which closed the last
gate. We specifically remember our first time coming through this lock four
years ago. It was nerve racking and didn’t go nearly so smooth. Now we can say
we are a bit more seasoned…what a feeling.
We arrived at the marina and rather
than pulling Sanibel out right away, we opted to stay on the dock while we
packed the van for our road trip and prepared Sanibel for her haul out. As
always there are pros and cons, but all those were over taken when we quickly
learned of one major con…no-see-ums. We were overtaken and night after night
we’d close the boat up around 5pm and hunker down inside. Even then we learned
that they were living at the sole and would come out at all hours of the day
and night. We found ourselves bundling up in long pants and socks in 90 degree
weather. One upside was we had shore power and ran a large room fan 24/7.
Six years ago we downsized from two
homes in Colorado to one, then in 2011 we downsized from one home to fitting all of our worldly
possessions into a car, a Toyota pickup and a trailer. Finally in 2013 we began
living in close proximity of 312 square feet. I never thought it could get any
smaller than that until now. The van is
FULL – much more so than we had visualized. We tried to bring only what we had
to have and still it’s tight with not a spare free corner. Jimi says “if it was
easy, everyone would do it”. This is a challenge we both gladly accept.
During our week stay at the boat
yard, good friend Ray invited us to steak at his beach resort time share and
the following afternoon we met up with our previous neighbors for ice cream,
Mike, Wendy and young Kaden.
We enjoyed everyone’s company. We also made friends with some turtles who
followed us along the dock begging for food. They were fun.
We were glad to get off the dock and
Sanibel on dry storage at 2pm on Monday. Our plan was to hang out in the boat
yard’s lanai that evening. We pulled out our propane cook stove to make dinner,
took showers and right about sundown were viciously attacked by yet more
no-see-ums. We scurried as fast as we
could to get us and all our stuff closed up in the van for a safe haven. Now
what? We had a plan and this was not it. Without thinking about it or even
talking about it we left the boat yard. Anywhere would have to be better. On
our drive through North Port not even five miles away we began hearing strange
noises coming from the engine. Jimi pulled over to check it out, however he
couldn’t get the hood open…frustrated we drove further to only hear yet another
disconcerting sound. Finally finding a gas station we pulled in and the hood
opened right away. Everything seemed in good working order and later we
discovered that the noise was probably coming from the air-conditioning unit.
We drove to the Sam’s club parking
lot in Sarasota. We’d planned to sleep there for the night, settling about 10pm.
We had a miserable time trying to sleep. It was H.O.T., we were crammed in
close proximity to one another and the parking lot was well lit with street
lights; all of these thing made it nearly unbearable to sleep. I think we both
dozed for a few hours. At 1:30, I woke needing to use the bathroom, so Jimi
drove me to a nearby 7-11. We then decided to move on to find a different place
to sleep. We ended up at a rest area overlooking the water just outside of St
Petersburg. There we slept among many semi trucks and some other passenger
cars. It was nearly 3am.
When we woke at 7am the evidence of
our boat yard attack was evident. My legs were covered in bites and I was
beyond discomfort. Jimi insisted I take a Benadryl immediately and then we went
in to the rest area bathrooms to get ready for our day.
The RAT (rediscover America tour) has
started…not as well as we’d planned, but it’s not enough to discourage us.
We’re confident as we get further North and adjust to the even smaller living
space, all this misery will be behind us.
Stay
tuned for our many adventures to come: 49 states in 4 months (that’s 12 states
a month or 4 states a week).
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