Friday, October 30, 2009
The Keys and the African Queen
Sitting in the cockpit at sundown in the Keys is one of the most relaxing experiences. The air feels like silk on skin. I watched a ketch sail across our horizon a couple of miles to our SW. As it crossed the sun's decending path I couldn't get the song "Wooden Ships" by CS & N out of my head. An old and somewhat depressing lyrics but a nice melody. We are certainly not depressed. How could anyone be other than joyous at this view........and I forgot to take a photo. We've been getting lazy lately and not taking many pictures. We'll have to do better. It took the ketch the better part of an hour to pass through an arc of about 20 degrees on the horizon before it vanished behind one of the smaller unnamed keys. Three nights were not enough of the Keys so we will be coming back again soon for a longer visit. Two nights ago we anchored in the Little Shark River. It's part of the Everglades and a very remote and wild place. Lots of animal life all around us as we sailed to an anchorage an hour before sunset. It was feeding time in the jungle. At sunset the animal life changed from birds, fish and turtles to no-see-ums. Diane and I quickly dove into the boat and put in all the screens. We felt like Charles and Rosie in the movie African Queen. We promised ourselves air conditioning next night so we made a long and fast dash to Naples. We've decided to stay a second night and enjoy the wonderous invention of Willis Carrier a little longer. We are sort of on the home stretch. The waters north of us are familiar to us and we've sailed them from time to time over the years. We plan to linger a little in some spots we have visited in the past but were never able to stay long enough because of work committments. I'll close this with a link to the MAP. We are going to walk to the Naples pier and watch the sunset from shore; something we've done many times in the past with our children when they were small and with my parents when dad was alive and mom was in better health. It will be a moment of very mixed emotions.
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