12/5
But……things do change, sometimes overnight. We had quite
the frantic trip to St. Petersburg the next day. Don’t know
whether the heavy fog rolled in or we cruised into it, but it was
there and so thick we could see nothing, except for the occasional
shoreline that would pop up in front of us. To add to that, most of
our navigational systems were down, for whatever reasons. And the
hand-held GPS isn’t accurate enough to locate the markers we
needed to enter St. John’s River. Our savior came in the form
of two sailboats leaving the river (why, in that dense fog we have
no idea), so we were able to see where they had come from, and find
a marker at the river entrance. But all that turned out to be just
the beginning. While heading to our desired dock on the river, we
ran aground; again, because of the fog. We called for help, but after
several attempts to pull us off, they declared it hopeless. They set
our bow anchor and suggested we wait for high tide, which would be
around 10:30 pm. By now it was dusk and still dense fog, and guess
what? A storm was moving in. So we sat there, very near the channel
watching the occasional boat go by, in the thunder and lightening,
until 10:00, when we were able to move. The next challenge was getting
to an anchorage we had seen earlier, since we had given up the idea
of docking for the night. So with the Captain piloting and First Mate
on the bow with a hand-held spotlight, we found our way. This was
our introduction to those wonderful reflective markers. The anchorage,
we decided after the fact, is where we should have stayed in the first
place. Too late smart! Leaving the next day we were introduced to
a fact of life of Florida boating that we had only heard about until
now---shallow water. Now we knew why we ran aground so easily. The
channels are extremely narrow and you dare not venture outside them,
as these sailors found out the hard way. This was the smallest swing
bridge we’ve encountered, this one with a female bridge tender.