Saturday March 7, 2015
Even though I knew this day has been coming for about the past six months now, I still can not believe that we are all the way back in Florida, making our way up the ICW to see our new boat. Part of me is extremely excited to finally see her in person and get started on working on her. The other part of me….kind of wants to turn around and high tail it back to the Caribbean. Not because I don’t want this new project of fixing up a boat, mind you, it’s because we’re now back in Florida doing it. The place we can never seem to escape.
I had been soooo looking forward to getting back to the land of convenience for awhile now that I forgot everything that comes along with it. For so long I had been eager to pick up a radio station once more that didn’t soley deal out tunes based on sailing or drinking or anything to do with the water (the only station we could clearly get in the Virgin Islands), but as soon as I picked one up outside of West Palm Beach I promptly regretted it. My ears were immediately assaulted with advertisements for personal injury lawyers, annoying auto insurance commercials, and purchases you absolutely must have to make your life better, because we all know that just by buying into it that’s exactly what will happen. Objects bring happiness, right?
I instantly wanted to scream to all these people, “What are you listening to this waste for?! Don’t you know that in the grand scheme of things, none of it matters? That there is so much more to life than finding a way to blame someone else for your problem or watching some unknown’s musical performance on whatever reality tv show!”. They are distractions, I know. But trust me, there are much better ways to distract yourself.
I kid you not, I literally had to keep myself from turning the wheel 180 degrees and heading right back where we came from. Life was pure and authentic in the Caribbean. People knew what was really important. And now we’re back in the land of superficiality for a bulk of the population. Which, to be fair, could have been the same in some of the Atlantic islands we visited but since I wasn’t fluent in the language I was blissfully ignorant of it.
Well, that’s my rant for the day. You might hear me complain a little bit but I did have a ball at Publix the other day having whatever my heart desired right at my fingertips. So maybe convenience isn’t all bad. I’ll just have to learn to tune out the rest of the crap. Plus, it is nice to be back in a land of friendliness between strangers, even if it is fake and superficial. One thing that was beginning to drive us absolutely insane in the Atlantic islands was how no one would smile or say hi, and if you went into a shop you were greeted by someone who treated you like you just ruined their day by asking for help with something. And don’t even get me started on common courtesy of making room for someone to pass on the sidewalks. Ugh! Ok, rant really done this time, I promise.
So…we’re back on the ICW now! Traveling north from the same area we departed to the Bahamas from back in March of 2013. Yesterday was a day spent trekking a somewhat familiar route as we backtracked our way up to Stuart. Leaving at the crack of dawn we put Serendipity’s engine to good use for the first time in a long time and logged endless miles through the narrow (to us now) canal system and under countless lift bridges. After a good 9 hours on the water we dropped the hook in a nice little bay just across from Sunset Bay Marina. It was so strange to slip back into our old routine of traveling during the day, relaxing in the evening, and prepping yourself to do it again the next day. Now we’re so used to ‘go go go, rest rest rest’.
Today was the trip up the St. Lucie River to our new home for who knows long at the Indiantown Marina. The morning started out extremely foggy and actually delayed our departure for a few hours, and I can’t say that I was upset to crawl back under the warm covers and wait it out. Just after 9 we got our butts in gear though and sipped on warm coffee while wearing our foulies out in the cockpit.
This journey only took 5 hours in which time we saw our very first alligator poking it’s eyes out of the water and transited one lock. By late morning the fog began to lift and we felt rays of sun sneaking through the clouds here and there. This to us was a good omen since arriving at Indiantown was going to give us our first glances at our new aluminum boat that we purchased sight unseen six months before.
Well, we’re here now, safely tied up to a dock at the marina, and yes, we did get our first glances at the new boat. But to find out if the good omen of the sun or the bad omen of the fog won out as to what we found waiting for us, well, you’ll just have to tune in tomorrow to find out.