We’re back in Key West after a very sloppy crossing from Marco Island. Seas were much rougher than predicted: there were large swells (rollers), and we would struggle to climb up the back of one at 13.5 knots, then surf down the front at 19.1 knots, and then plow into the back of the next one.
The problem is that when you plow in, you “broach”: the bow gets buried in the wave and gets pushed to the side. This drives you off course, and it is dangerous, as well.
So we had to reduce speed to match the waves, and as a consequence, the trip took six hours. No other boats the entire way. Amazing.
It’s the first time I really appreciated how small our boat is to be making these open-water crossings. I wasn’t exactly scared, but I was definitely anxious. And no land in sight. Just trusting your instruments and hoping there will be a little dot called Key West waiting for you at the end of this torture test.
Of course, when we got to KW, it was calm and lovely. Sigh.
Anyway, it’s good to be back.
Although, I must say that I am not as smitten with Key West as I was before I saw Naples, Saratoga, Venice, and Captiva. They all have gorgeous Gulf beaches and more room for Guinness to run.
Still, I can’t complain. We’ve gotten the boat all cleaned up (it was covered with salt), and a number of fellow boaters have stopped by to welcome us back. We have three doodles on the dock, so Guinness is happy.
Not surprisingly, Happy Hour started a little early tonight, as one of you suggested. We’ll post again as the lazy days unwind.
