Ok, ok, maybe it’s getting a little repetitive: it’s COLD again here and yet we still have more beach walks and photos! But a few other reports to make too.
Our first mooring ball (on this boat)!
The actual Ft Myers Beach BEACH (not a typo!) is west (left of the bank in this picture) on the other side of the land. (By the way, Ft Myers Beach should NOT be confused with Ft. Meyers where we were about 10 days ago in a city-setting !) This harbor area with mooring fields, marinas, commercial maritime things, and a few restaurants makes for an active little alternate zone. On the other hand, the main street abutting the actual beach is clearly formerly cute, old Florida but now turned a touristy Tshirty/restauranty/bar-ry scene –perfect for Spring Break and those 20-somethings! Needless to say, N was wishful he could re-live those days…or live them for the first time — depending on which reality he’ll admit to.
It was a looooong dinghy ride to and from our mooring ball to the dinghy dock which forced B into “sneaking” onto a nearby tiny little sand bar for the final bedtime dog shore leave requirement. Assuming B was going to be cited for trespassing, Nick nervously waited in pitch black darkness, steadfastly refusing to use the flashlight. No pix available it was so dark and N didn’t even want the camera flash to alert anyone to the illegal trespass.
I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for news of our leak issue since our last post. Well, we’ve pre-narrowed down the issue after internet searches, input from a variety of characters (including faithful reader DDD) and our own instincts too to: an exhaust bellows (but maybe the shift cable or perhaps, but doubtfully, a leaky Y joint thingamajig (as well as another drip drip drip that we have discovered that probably just needs a clamp ring thingy too).
Although nice to free-float out there, but with no chance of professional confirmation/resolution for several days (compounded by the risk of a mechanic’s “manana” attitude) and with no shore power (not to mention the long dinghy ride to just to get to shore…or the risk of being cited for midnight trespassing), the prospect of sitting on the mooring ball simply over-road the risk of the irresponsibility factor of getting underway, so we ventured off of our mooring ball to Sanibel Island Marina–only a few miles west of Fort Myers Beach.
Dumped rain for half the night and into the morning but everything was sealed shut and even the cold air didn’t penetrate our little fort. Extra bonus fun to have fresh blueberries and the Sunday paper delivered to our doorstep in the morning! Yay, Sanibel Marina!
Once the rain stopped, we got out for some fresh air.
Made it to the Point for some exploration:
We are so happy with the bikes easy on/off the boat and fold-ability; the flat Florida landscape; and all the bike paths that N happily (no exaggeration) got back on his bike so that B and Ziggy could give him a tour of the south end of the island (B, not wanting to push her luck, had us take the direct route there and back instead of the longer loop though!)