Mar 22 - water ? what water ?

We got up to dense fog that had mostly burned off by the time we headed to the marina.  We did our usual up to and through the inlet.  It was almost the calmest that we've ever seen a trip through the inlet.  The only thing of note was jellyfish, a lot of jellyfish, swimming (if you call it that) in the current.

At that point the fog was further out to sea.  We headed back in, looking for a place to moor along the usual stretch of beach on disappearing island.  It was crowded.  We cruised back and forth a couple of times and were just about to apologize to Abby for no island and someone left.  We zipped in and got anchored.  Someone came into the narrow area beside us ... a two-fer.

We wandered a bit, alternately cool and hot as the sun came through.  Abby pooped and pooped, like she'd been saving it up.  Typical.  We had a very small island because the tide was high.  We probably could have waded over to the other half of the island but didn't bother.  The tide was going out and I didn't want to get beached.  We watched a gang of people pushing a boat on the sand on the seaward side of the island ... they'd waited too long.  They did manage to get out but it was a near thing.

Frank had been strolling shirtless but by the time we got back to the boat, fog was starting to come in.  We pulled away from the island, at that point not even able to see the inlet.  The island quickly disappeared.  Rather than head into the fog for our usual Inlet Harbor lunch, we opted to head south and eat at the SYC.  That turned out to be a good decision.  We had a leisurely lunch and then went back to the marina; I did my cleanup thing and we headed home.

With a late, and big, lunch, our plan was a light dinner.  Sandy had already picked up triggerfish and she went out to pickup salad fixings.   The triggerfish was excellent and the salad just as good.

Another day was done. 

Over dinner we talked work, people at work, reminiscing.  We have to do that once.  Enough already.  Work is fading into a distant memory, 9 years ago on April 30, believe it or not.  For Frank it's much longer -- 25 years or so.  

Today's plans have yet to be written.  Frank and Nancy will be having dinner with their friends on Bouchelle Island, just a few minutes away between here and the Beachside Publix. 

On Tuesday, tomorrow, we'll probably go to Epcot.  That reminds me that I'll have to ask Lisa to look after Abby !

Onward !