When we woke this morning there were still some stiff breezes, stiff enough that small craft advisories were issued. They lessened as the afternoon came.
We keep going back and forth about what to do. We originally planned on breaking up the crossing into 3 chunks. But a couple of hitches made that less appealing. First, the second stop, Crystal River, didn't have room for us. And the weather windows would close at about that time. We envisioned ourselves having to anchor out there for a couple of weeks, waiting for the next go day.
So we decided to either do a 2 day (from Carrabelle to Steinhatchee to Tarpon Springs) or -- dun dun duuuuun -- do the overnight run.
|Sunset in Apalachicola. There's a tow on the horizon.|
We needed fuel, and it's cheaper in Carrabelle. We decided to run there in the afternoon (about 3 1/2 hours), fuel up, and make the decision in the morning. The winds had calmed tremendously and the trip was absolutely dandy.
So, why the rains/pours subtitle?
Upon arriving at the fuel dock one of my dogs demanded to be let out. Our bad, really, we should have walked them before we left. While Russ pumped the diesel I took the dog to some grass where she promptly threw up. This dog is so stoic -- she never tosses her cookies.
|In the distance is the bridge to St. George Island.|
Last time I crossed it we fled away from Michael.
After a bunch of cleaning and cursing he got it worked out. He then filled the port side. And once done we fired up the engines and headed to our slip.
|Pulling into the quaint town of Carrabelle.|
Which I believe is cursed.
Before we drifted too far from the dock we tossed lines to folks to reel us back in. We're tied to the fuel dock as I type.
...and I just heard the engine start. Turns out, bad starter relay. We don't have a spare, but Russ was taught by the handy gentlemen who rescued us how to jump it.
Looks like the crossing is back on.