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Sunday, January 23 –
This was the day for lots
of bridges, ranging in height from 12’ to 25’ feet above the
water. At the Delray Bridge we passed under at the same time as a
boat heading north. After allowing what I thought was enough
time for the other boat’s wake to fizzle, I picked up a full cup
of coffee and headed for the bridge. I’d forgotten about the
effect of a wake in a narrow waterway; waves bounce off both sides
of the channel, reverberating back and forth like a braid to create
a seich. Suddenly I was walking through a fun house! I plunked
myself down and managed not to spill the coffee.
The ICW in Miami-Dade County is a busy place on a
sunny Sunday afternoon. Police boats wait around corners in canals
for speeders, an on-the-water version of a cop behind a billboard.
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We spent the night at Baker’s Haulover Inlet,
where we had to weave our way through dozens of kayakers from the
nearby park before dropping the hook. It’s a popular day use
anchorage where boats raft together but most of them were leaving
about the time we were settling in.
We’d be using the GPS the next day to cross
Biscayne Bay and Tom asked if I’d put in the waypoints. I said I
would, except for one thing - I forgot how! It had been a year and a
half since either of us had programmed the little gizmo but he said
he remembered how and would refresh my memory. Not quite. Turned out
he’d forgotten a few things too! After a few trials and errors, it
got programmed.
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