After two more days of boat chores in Fort Pierce, diesel maintenance (Pete's job, not mine), more docktails with Pete and Ginny, laundry, a fun round of golf at Indian Hills Golf Course (complete with an alligator by my drive), and a tasty Italian dinner at "A Touch of Brooklyn," we headed north today. A long day of about 45 miles brought us back to Melbourne Harbor Marina.
On the way here, we admired a motor cat that blew by us at about 9 or 10 knots. Kinda gets sailors wondering, doesn't it? Should we too "go to the dark side"? Many of us abandon the sails and move to trawlers. But a motor cat might at least feel a bit more like a sailboat. Hmmm. Food for thought!
Our slip had no cable at the dock, so we hung out at Ichabod's Dockside Bar for the first round of this year's Masters. What a lively place for a Thursday night too. Unfortunately, after getting back onboard MicMac, we realized that the end of the harbor where we now have a slip is lively too--with ambulance sirens heading to the nearby hospital, plus bridge and railroad noises. Guess we'll run the AC to drown out the noise, and hope for quiet anchorages in the future.
Tiger certainly looked somber today--as well he should! We were happy that Phil Mickelson is just off the lead. Our goal for tomorow is to go to Cocoa Beach Marina (and their comfy boaters lounge with a huge TV) to watch round two. Go Phil!