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Since our last update we have sailed over 180 nautical miles to arrive in the southern most point of the US. We are currently enjoying the turquoise waters of Key West and the other colorful sights – the people.

We did leave St. Petersburg on Thursday, July 14. Since we got such an early start on departure, leaving at 3pm, we anchored for the night just outside Tampa Bay at a little island called Egmont Key (state park). It was so great to finally be on our way! The anchorage ended up being a miserable night because the winds clocked around and we rocked and rolled on the swells all night. We then traveled to Venice, FL, spending a night there, then on to Boca Grande, at the entrance to Charlotte Harbor, where we had a beautiful night anchoring. We left early the next morning knowing that we had a long day to our next stop which was Marco Island. The winds were on our nose most of the way which slowed us down causing us to arrive after dark. Lesson learned – never arrive at your anchorage after dark. It’s very hard to see. What was on the charts as a great place to anchor had recently become a shoal (very shallow) due to storms. We continued to follow the channel marker signs – me on the bow with a flashlight calling back marker numbers to Rod. The large dredge barges that were anchored nearby should have given us some indication that something was amiss, but we trusted our chart so we continued. Until we ran aground. Oops. Luckily it was a sandy bottom and the tide was ripping in, so we were able to back off with the help of the tidal current. We did find a spot to drop anchor but weren’t comfortable with the conditions. So we turned Lucky Peek back to sea at 10:00pm and set our course for Key West – 80 miles south. Our first big crossing and we were going to experience the first part of it by the light of an almost full moon. After the previous two days of having the wind on our nose we were looking forward to the winds shifting around and blowing from the East allowing us to sail south quickly on a beam reach. We made a few phone calls to friends and family to file a “sail plan” so they would know when to expect to hear from us, then we established our watch schedule. I had a lot of adrenaline going so I took the first watch while Rod rested in the cockpit. Around 1:30am he got up for his watch and we agreed that we needed to reduce sail and slow the boat down from the 7+ knots that it had been averaging in the 15-20 knot winds. The winds on our beam were nice, but the seas on the beam made for a rockin’ sail – not the most comfortable to say the least. At 4am, seeing thunderstorms ahead of us, we decided to really slow the boat down by “heaving to”, which means we configured the sails to practically stop the boat. That resulted in a much more comfortable motion and allowed us a break from the previous 24 hours of sailing. Rod and I continued to take turns at the helm through the night and were relieved to see the light of day around 6am when we put the boat back on a full-speed course. A pod of about 40 dolphins welcomed us that morning by racing around the boat and playing in our bow wake as we approached our destination. So magical and cool and one of the sights that made the overnight passage worth it. . We reached the entrance channel to Key West at 3pm, but it took another two hours of motoring straight into the wind to travel the remaining 7 miles to the island. As the depth shallowed the water turned to an amazing, post-card shade of turquoise, providing the perfect backround for the tan shelled turtle that surfaced to greet us. We arrived safe and exhilarated, but sea-weary and exhausted.

Key West has been a fun place to spend a couple of days. The nightly sunset celebration on the waterfront is full of cruise ship tourists and local kooks doing their sidewalk shows for a living. Seeing the cash that gets deposited in their buckets it seems that they’re making a pretty good income by being crazy. Rod and I are brainstorming ideas for our sidewalk show so we can add to our cruising kitty. Too bad we didn’t bring our karaoke machine and Sonny and Cher outfits.

While in Key West we visited some of the typical tourist locations including the Earnest Hemmingway house, which is where he lived many years with his high-maintenance wife number 2 (or 3?) Pauline, and did much of his writing. There are still about 50 famous six-toed cats living on the property that are direct descendants of his cats. We also had an obligatory photo-opp at the Southernmost point of the US, which indicated that we were only 90 miles from Cuba! Our rental bicycles made it much easier to get around and we blended in with the other 2,000 cycling tourists.

On the weather front, we have had clear skies and hot temps. We are listening to reports of Tropical Storm Franklin which is forming off the coast of the Bahamas. From our boat we have a clear view of a beach littered with boats from the last hurricane. Very creepy. Go North, Franklin. Please go North.

We survived Dennis without damage! Unfortunately, boats in a marina about a mile north of us weren’t so lucky. The Vinoy Marina, which didn’t have a break wall, was destroyed and a 61’ boat sank from the broken-up docks punching holes in it’s hull. Yikes. We took the advice of the locals and tied up our boat very securely and went inland. We stayed at Chris and Susan’s (in Orlando) for a couple of days and Moon was in heaven at what we now refer to as the Conrad Doggie Spa. Park (Chris and Susan’s 9 year old daughter) coaxed Moon into their pool for a swim with her, and it didn’t take any further encouragement for the many subsequent dips. After a tearful goodbye, we put Moon on an airplane Monday morning and she made it safely to Boise by 1pm. Alan reported that she was so happy to see him when he picked her up that she gave him her big Moonie smile. Although we are very sad to send her to foster care, we are relieved to know that she will be much more comfortable at the Nelson’s and will be treated in the royal manner in which she is accustomed.

We are now closely watching Tropical Storm Emily while planning our departure from St. Petersburg. At this point we are thinking that we will leave on Thursday and make some distance south before possibly having to duck into somewhere if Emily picks up steam and heads this way. She is currently on a southerly track so our fingers are crossed for that path to continue. As I write this Rod is sitting at the nav desk studying charts, anchorages, and listening to the weather guy who just provided the update that current offshore wind conditions are light at 2 knots and seas are low at only 2 feet swells. Hopefully those conditions hold for us on the nights that we’ll be on the hook.

We plan to go to the space coast tomorrow to watch the shuttle launch from Chris and Susan’s boat on Merritt Island near Cape Canaveral. Looking forward to being there to experience it in person, if it actually happens as scheduled. We will rent a car, drive it and the Trooper to their house, leave the Trooper there, then bring the rental car back to St. Pete. We will then be car-free, with one less key to manage, and ready to head out.

Stay tuned… Lisa

We’ve been in St. Petersburg since last Friday, July 1 and it’s been great to experience a new place! St. Petersburg has been fun to explore and we are right next to the Salvador Dali Museum, which features the largest collection of Dali’s work outside of Spain. We visited the museum on the 4th. He was an amazing artist with work extending outside of his well-known surreal pieces.

Our arrival in St. Petersburg wasn’t as pleasant, however, due to a recent red tide. It was very sad, creepy, and stinky to be surrounded by dead fish as we were coming into the Harborage marina and we didn’t understand why all the casualties – the saddest and most abundent victims were the rays. We learned from the marina manager, and then regularly by the local news, that we were seeing the affects of one of the worst red tides in Tampa Bay history, where an algae bloom releases toxins that are deadly to sealife, All part of nature, but still quite sad (and did I mention stinky?).

One of the best parts of leaving Ruskin was leaving the no-see-ums behind. I was told by a local pharmacist that I must have sweet blood , which was causing them to be so attracted to me. At one point I had 184 bites. The red, swollen, very itchy welts were not the least bit comfortable and I made sure to share that discomfort with Rod and anyone else who cared, or didn’t care for that matter, to listen to me complain. And they were oh so attractive. Those large red bumps combined with the blue and green bruises that adorned my shins and thighs from finding all-things-sticking-out on the boat were almost enough to make me wear long pants. But that would have been just crazy in these temperatures and I’m not that crazy. Comfort won over vanity.

The wildlife here in Florida has been quite different from Idaho. Our first night here at the Harborage Marina in St. Petersburg we were visited by a six foot bull shark. (Sorry, Mom, that I didn’t tell you about this.) We had been warned that the dead fish were attracting sharks into the marina, and sure enough the one we saw swam right up to the back of our boat and circled around the immediate area for about an hour. Check out the pictures! The marina was on the local news for all of the reported shark sightings. And then just last night we saw “Walter” – an eight foot resident alligator that we’d heard about. We’re keeping Moon on a very short leash.

Speaking of Moon, she has requested to return home. She is just not adapting well to life on a boat. The heat is taking a toll on her, especially since she is not allowed to swim in the shark and alligator waters, and her aged hind legs are too weak to allow her to maneuver herself on/off and around the boat very well. Sadly, we have come the realization that this experience is not adding to her life, and is quite possibly taking away from it. Our good friends, Alan and Laura, have offered to be her foster parents while we continue on our journey. We are currently making arrangements to send her home via Delta airlines this weekend or early next week, depending on the heat since the airline will not allow her to fly if the temperatures are over 85 degrees during one of her flight transfers. This has been a very hard decision for us but we know that it’s the best one for her.

Rod and I, on the other hand, are adjusting quite well to living on the boat. We’ve had to do more minor maintenance on the boat than we expected upon arrival, and we (okay, not “we” – Rod is doing the work, but I am learning a few things – like the difference between vice grips and other clampy things that at first glance could be mistaken for vice grips) are getting more comfortable with the boat mechanics through the process. If there’s anything that I miss thus far it’s an ice maker. J

The last few items that we are repairing or having repaired are the outboard motor handle for the dinghy, the raw water pump for the diesel, and an oil changing pump out thing. See how much I’m learning! We met a great mechanic here in St. Pete that gave us a one-on-one overview on being kind to our diesel engine. If it weren’t for Dennis (latest hurricane brewing near Jamaica) we would be looking forward to heading out soon, but we’re going to sit tight until more favorable weather conditions prevail.

Tired of writing for now, and I’m sure you’re tired of reading. Until next time… Lisa

We made it to Little Harbor Marina, where our boat is currently docked, on Monday, June 20. We’ve spent the last week moving aboard in freakishly hot and humid temperatures, but we are getting acclimated. Rod has spent most of his time crawling around the bilge and engine compartment getting to know the “nuts and bolts” of our new home, while I’ve been trying to find all the nooks and crannies within which to stow our stuff. We took the boat sailing on Tampa Bay on Sunday for Rod’s birthday. Our first voyage went well and we were successful in getting the boat back into the slip on only the third try and without any damage. Whew. We plan on moving over to St. Petersburg in the next few days to finish the provisioning and maintenance before heading out. We will have better access to internet at that time and can provide a more detailed update then. ~ Fair Winds, Lisa.

Yeah!!! We’ll be back on the road to Florida tomorrow (Saturday). Our truck is back in working order thanks the Great guys at Hays Ford.

We spent our week in Hays visiting the local sites and contributing to the local economy. The Hays area is rich in history based on the lore of Buffalo Bill Cody, Wild Bill Hickok, and General Alexander Hays. The westward migration provided the previously mentioned men plenty to shoot at, whether buffalo, outlaws, or Indians.

The original townsite of Rome, about a mile West of the current site of Hays was founded by Buffalo Bill Cody and Wild Bill Hickok actually shot a man in a saloon in downtown Hays. We actually had lunch at that site. Charges against Hickok were dropped on the basis that the shooting occurred as part of his duties as a lawman.

Hays was the center of the largest population of Buffalo on the High Plains. There were once over 60 million buffalo roaming the Plains, providing an economic base for the Plains Indians and food for the westward migration. That population was ultimately decimated to the point of near extinction when only 300 remained. I am happy to report that we visited the local “herd” and viewed several young and healthy calves.

The site of Fort Hays provided a fun afternoon viewing military artifacts and remaining old structures including officers homes, the garrison, and an old sandstone defensive structure. The fort was a major post built to provide protection to immigrants from the local Indian population. I think close to two hundred soldiers were stationed at the Fort and many lost their lives protecting many of our ancestors. Highlights of the tour included a detailed display of artillery used during the mid 1800’s including a variety of cannonballs. I was surprised by the range and accuracy that could be achieved.

More modern sites we visited in Hays included Fort Hays State University, population 6,000, and the Sternburg Museum of Natural History. I was surprised to learn that, some 100+ million years ago, Kansas was part of a great sea and was populated not by buffalo but SHARKS! The museum has the bones to prove it! The Sternburg Museum is famous for its collection of marine and dinasour fossils collected within Kansas, including the FAMOUS Sternburg Fish-Within-A-Fish. Apparantly the big 15 foot dinafish had just completed a meal of a whole 5 foot fish before meeting a sudden demise and settling into the sandy bottom for later discovery. The fossil is a complete fish skeleton inside a much larger fish skeleton. I believe the large fish may have died of gluttony or choking. There were many other exhibits at the museum and any kid, young or old, will enjoy the dinasour exhibit including and animatronic life-size T-Rex.

Our unplanned stay in Hays has provided a great opportunity to relax and refresh ourselves between the hectic departure from Boise and the sure to be busy arrival at our new home. It is an interesting town full of history and a young and friendly population stereotypical of small-town mid-America. However, we are looking forward to moving on now. We expect to arrive in Florida by Monday evening so please keep your fingers crossed. ~Rod

Car troubles have us awaiting repairs in Hays, Kansas while hurricane Arlene passes by “Lucky Peek” in Tampa. We got to experience a pretty wild thunderstorm last night but escaped the 7 tornados that had visited this area the night before. Chris and Susan checked on Lucky Peek this morning (thank you!!!) and reported that all is well and that Arlene has passed leaving sunny skies in Tampa. Whew! We expect to be here at the Hays Best Western through the weekend and into next week… ??? There is a university here so maybe we can take some classes.

After 6 weeks of selling personal property, sorting, packing, storing, re-sorting, re-packing, etc., etc., we are on the road! We left Boise a couple days after our planned departure because at the 11th hour we sold our Hunter 26 along with our Ford Expedition (so the new owner could pull the boat!). We set off in our newly acquired Isuzu Trooper at 5pm on Wednesday, June 8 and I waved a final goodbye at Micron as we passed by on I84. By the 9th we had passed through 3 states and spent the night in Watkins, CO. The most important part of this log entry is to thank all of our friends and family who have helped us over the past few weeks. We absolutely could not have done this without all of you. From the frantic yard sale weekend to the exhausting days (and days) of moving out of our house, then to consuming the Nelson’s garage (and guest room) with an overwhelming amount of “stuff” for the final sort. We actually got most of it into our 4×8 U-haul trailer and only had to hide a few things in Alan and Laura’s house. Again, thanks everyone!

Today is a very strange day for me because it ends my 13+ year career at Micron. It is impossible to tell everyone goodbye in person, especially since some of you are sprinkled across the globe, so this message will have to take the place of a personal farewell. I’m not good at goodbyes anyway, so I will keep this brief…

Even though I am embarking on an adventure of a lifetime, it is bittersweet in that I’m leaving a rewarding job and a great number of friends that have not only been a wonderful support network over the years, but have provided me with many laughs and good times. Just like family, you can’t always pick your co-workers, but I’ve been fortunate in having worked with all of you. So, thank you for your professional support and personal friendship. When it comes time for the cruising chapter of our lives to end then I look forward to coming back to Boise and picking up again. ~Lisa

Life is short. Live for today. Live the dream, don’t dream to live. There are many expressions associated with following your dreams and living your life to it’s fullest, based on what that means to you.

One of our dreams has been to travel and experience new places, new people, and have new experiences. As some of you may know, Over recent years this dream has evolved into a vision of traveling by living on a sailboat. And for another cliche, there’s no time like the present! So, Rod and I are tossing off the bow lines and sailing off into the sunset – or sunrise as the case may be!

~Lisa Wolfe 5/4/2005