Steinhatchee. Just an old fishing village in the middle of nowhere Florida, but it was a nice refuge for one night. Our traveling buddies were docked in front of us in the other Endeavour 44 cat. I spent an hour washing the salt off the boat as we had been bumped our way across the Gulf. High Adventure really.
After a restful 4 days in Tarpon Springs, you can only eat so much Greek food. It was time to move on. Shelley had the boat ready to go at 9:00 am but I looked at the tide table, which showed we were at dead low tide. So we waited another hour and left the dock. Well, maybe not. We got about 100 yds from the Marina, and came to a stop right in the middle of the channel. After several tries to back off, and the marina trying to pull us off, all to no avail, we had no choice but to just wait.
What I love about boating is that everyone is so friendly and helpful. While we are sitting just feet from this fisherman's boat, we had an hour to talk and get to know each other. He was a hard working, honest fisherman making a living providing fish to one of the largest distributors in Florida. What I found interesting was his distaste for the over-control coming from Obama's new bureaucracy that manages the fisheries. He called them Gestapo. There is no shortage of fish in the fisheries, yet the environmentalist are limiting their catch. "I could get into more trouble and thrown in jail with a few extra red fish on my boat, than if I were peddling drugs on the corner in Tarpon Springs".
After an hour the boat started to move, so I started the engines, and off we went. It is still cold, cloudy, rainy, and windy in Central Florida. We are hoping for better weather soon. Marc
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