We didn't have a computer and can't type much with a smart phone although it was our gps, our stereo, our email and our internet. We trailered 190 mile south to Pirates Cove Resort and Marina in Stuart, Florida where we rented a slip and kept our rig. Had to launch a mile away a Sanscrit Park and get a taxi back. When we returned we couldn't even get a taxi and the captain had to hitch hike! Shame on Pirates Cove for not having a shuttle of some kind.
We started at the eastern end of the Okeechobee Waterway, St Lucie Canal and headed west. Pirates Cove on Friday night was a blast with live music, etc. Saturday morning, after our free breakfast, we were off, along with about a million fishing boats, all big, real big. Made it to Indiantown marina the first night. I think we did our first couple locks that day. We'd never been through a lock before and didn't know lock eticate, only to hail them on channel 13. After a rather rude "stay off the radio and wait for the green light" we had the procedure down.
Sunday started off with a small craft advisory on the Okeechobee Lake until 10am. We went thru the lock at Port Mayaca at noon only to discover that the advisory had been extended until 1pm. Felt like a cork in the ocean, to say the least. And we were even taking the rim route! Running along four foot waves heavy on the throttle when we spotted a break in the seawall and turned around and shot thru it. It was some sort of deserted city marina but a safe haven for our little 25. After waiting an hour or so I got the nerve up to head back out and found the going a little better but still very choppy. We high tailed it to Pahokee, Torry Island, Belle Glade and the canals beyond that afternoon, then past Clewiston where we left the lake and stayed in Moore Haven. Met a couple from Cali that had ran the lake that day in a small Cat. Moore Haven was a small town but had a city dock with hook up and a bar "Franks". By the way, my wife cooked us great meals every morning, noon and night except one when we had pizza delivered to our slip (on the return trip).
Monday it was westward to Franklin Lock and the Caloosahatchee River. Smooth sailing past Ft. Meyers and Cape Coral, which were way to commercial for this West Virginian, all the way to Sanibel Island. We backed into the last slip between a couple huge yachts to the dissaproving eyes of the"Grandma Dots" crowd at happy hour. We dined out to great seafood that night.
Company's coming so I'll have to finish this tale next week, and post some pictures too. Tuesday we head north...