We left Ft Lauderdale in light fog. The wind was right on the nose but the seas were smooth so there was no need to raise a sail. Okay, I know, it’s a sailboat! Sure, we could have sailed the entire distance but that would have meant many more miles and many more hours. We have come to terms with the fact that sometimes it is necessary to turn on the “iron genny.” We ran into some really skinny water just north of Biscayne Bay but after some confusion managed to get through it. We arrived at Coconut Grove Sailing Club in early afternoon and we grabbed a mooring ball. We were greeted by our good friends Greg and Janice on “Glenice.” Later, we joined them on their boat and Earl and Kathy from Seeker for sundowners. It was so good to meet up with friends.
Janice gave us a brief tour of Downtown Coconut Grove and introduced us to the bus system—25 cents to go anywhere! Coconut Grove, “the Grove” as it is known to us cognoscenti is laid back, full of little shops, all of them pricey. There are lots of nice restaurants. It would be easy to fall in love with this place.
Many years ago, while vacationing in Martinique, Claudia and I were sitting at a Tiki hut at Anse Mitan. We observed folks anchoring their sailboats and dinghying in to the restaurant. "What a neat way to travel," we thought. Of course, we could never do that. Fast forward 35 or so years and we were anchored in Anse Mitan! During those 35 or so years, we lived other adventures as CLODS--Cruisers Living On Dirt. We didn't know it, but we were training for life on a sailboat. We built our own house, lived without running water or electricity, grew our own food, had a goat dairy and produced award winning cheeses. In 2004, we bought a small trailerable boat. Learned to sail, more or less, bought a bigger boat--a Pearson 323 on which we spend our winters in climes warmer than home.