Boca Raton to Miami

In Lake Boca Raton in the morning, I dived to inspect the shaft drive chain.  The water was clear and salty. 

The drive chain was good, but the anodes were pretty worn.  I had two anodes.  One for fresh, one for salt water.  I guess the freshwater one was pretty much corroded. 

I took off at 10:30.  I got much better at timing the bridges.  But as I got into Miami, I kept missing the bridge timing and wasted lots of time waiting for the next opening.  There was some showing, so I couldn't travel fast.

I arrived in Miami late, tired, and concerned about the Dodge Island bridge.  It says it is 65 feet, but I was very uncomfortable with it.  Maybe it was fatigue and the darkness.  I called Wally, and he strongly suggested I return and anchor between the third and fourth Venetian bridges. 

The next day, I crossed the Dodge bridge again, and the antenna definitely touched the bridge, even though it's supposed to be 67 feet.  My mast is 46 feet. 

I got fuel at Croydon, Marine, and then docked at No Name Harbour.  I tried to make Ramen for lunch, but the propane ran out.  Perfect - I had optimized my propane usage.  The third SodaStream was also almost empty.  Trifecta!   

I tidy up the boat, remove the propane tanks, prepare the battery for changing, and clean up the ship. 

I waited for Sandrito to pick me up.  He had trouble getting there and was trying to walk.  Eventually, he got there.  I re-anchored the boat and came back to the house, where I had a pork supper with Raul, Sandrito, Sandro, and Nelly.  Good reunion.