May 27, 2006 – Welcome to Florida!
Well, the day had to come - the day we left "the tropics" and sailed toward the land of high rises, expensive marinas, and a holiday weekend filled with thousands of boats buzzing around raising huge wakes.
With a good weather forecast for calm water and light winds, we left Nassau with Bee Weems, but as they travel much faster than we do we could only maintain radio contact for a little while. After about seven hours of motoring, we arrived at the Chub Cay in the Berry Islands, where we were dismayed to find the marina closed and a dredge working all night on a major construction project. Not a picturesque last night in the Bahamas!
At daybreak we continued the long, tedious motoring trip, with only a two-hour dinner stop at the abandoned, but still impressive, Great Isaac Light. Thanks to the Gulf Stream and heavy large-ship traffic, the 24-hour trip from Chub Cay to Florida was like a real-time video game. Cliff spent the entire night glued to the radar screen, monitoring as many as five targets at a time within the twelve-mile circle. He resorted to calling two freighters (who answered) and one cruise ship (who didn't) to work out the strategy for passing. The other navigational challenge was how to take best advantage of the 3.5 kt current of the Gulf Stream, but not arrive at the port entrance before dawn. We saw lots of lightning and skirted several squalls.
At about midnight, Cliff discovered that the topping lift (the cable that holds up the boom when the sail is down) had broken. There was very little wind, but we had the mainsail up for its steadying influence so there was no immediate problem other than the sail drooping a bit. If we had to drop the sail in a hurry though, there would be a problem. So Mr. Fixit and his apprentice turned on the deck lights and had a temporary fix accomplished in no time. Fortunately, because the seas were oily calm, it was easy to do the job while we were underway. It was amazing to see the GPS showing a speed of 8 kts with the motor ticking over at idle as the boat slid through the water with little perceptible motion. The night flew by.
We arrived in Lake Worth, West Palm Beach first thing Saturday morning and then had a frustrating search for US Customs and Immigration. We found the former but not the latter. We were able to get an arrival number over the phone, which was good for 24 hours, but no information about where to find a working customs officer on Sunday. The US talks a lot about homeland security but they don't have much follow-through, at least with cruisers. Maybe they know we are a pretty low-risk bunch.
We were also looking for internet access and a particular ICW guidebook which we loaned to another boat six years ago and never got back. We went into a luxury marina looking for the book, but their store was closed for the holiday. However, we did land a good deal – for $10 we were given access to all the facilities available to megayacht crew members – an air-conditioned lounge with TV, computer for internet and access to wifi which reaches out to the boat, free fancy coffees, newspapers, etc., along with lovely washroom and shower facilities. It would almost be worth staying longer! For other cruisers heading this way, consider anchoring across from Rybovich Marina in Lake Worth to take advantage of this deal.
Our friends on Bee Weems called on the radio with the information that US Customs would be set up at a nearby marina at noon on Sunday, so we decided to stay an extra day in Lake Worth, West Palm Beach, to complete the clearing-in procedure. The dinghy trip to the marina was more challenging than many ocean passages we’ve made, navigating choppy water, dodging huge fast boats, and crossing their big wakes. The traffic jam of boats near the marina was unbelievable, making us glad we hadn’t tried to take the big boat there.
Tomorrow we will start the long trek north, back to Canada. Our re-introduction to the Intra-Coastal Waterway with Memorial Day weekend boat traffic is a real culture shock after the gentle pleasures of the West Indies. We are anchored right across from a marina where we spent a night six and one-half years ago on our way south, and we are reminded how blessed we are to have seen so many countries, had so many wonderful experiences, and met so many great people on our adventure. We still have a long way to go before Skylark is back in Vancouver, but it does seem that the exotic part of the trip is over.