Our plan was to leave Regatta Pointe on Monday March 14, spend the night at "Hulk Harbor" and take off early Tuesday morning. Taking our pick up truck to storage took a little longer than planned as did a few other errands and the winds were blowing over 20 knots out of the south making departing and anchoring out seem a little less appealing. So we stayed one more night at the marina and headed out at 9:00am the next morning.
Our last C dock party.
Farewell C dock friends - we'll miss you!
Farewell Regatta Pointe Marina - we'll miss you too!
The picture does not do the claustrophobic fog justice
The dawn of a new day as we arrived at Ft. Myers
Food. I prepare food for longer trips and keep it in the cockpit so that I do not have to go below. Not having planned on sailing all night I didn't have enough "real" food. Snacks, yes, but meals no.
Fog. For us at least fog is a perfect environment for getting seasick. (not to mention the rolling motion) Apparently without an horizon it is hard for the eyes and ears to sort things out. So we both were queasy - most unusual for Jim, not so much for me. I wore the wrist bands and finally took Bonine. That seemed to work except I felt awful the whole next day - not sure if I can blame Bonine for that.
Sleep. We have not done a lot of overnight trips, but when we have, we take shifts - not as rigid as some but enough so that we each get sleep. We usually stay in the cockpit, but this trip neither of us slept well there. I tried going below and I slept a little better, but I think we were too much on "alert" for what lurked beyond the fog bank.
Entertainment. Somehow it never occurred to us that we needed to entertain ourselves. There were a lot of hours to do nothing other than contemplate the instruments, the fog and our own musings.
Next time we will be better prepared!