Friday, June 16, 2017

Where the Horizen Ends...

I have been getting a lot of grief lately.
We were lucky enough that life allowed us a return trip to Key Largo early in May and it seems my travel companions have been WAITING for some posts about the trip.
As well as more posts from our previous trip to the Keys last fall...

The fact of the matter is this.
I have traveled quite a bit these last few years; each trip even better than the last. I want these posts to reflect just how amazing these travels have been. I review my notes. I study the photos. But I am still at a loss for words.
I just can't seem to begin.

So, with that in mind, I am starting at the end...sort of....

Our first trip to the Keys was a Griswolding Adventure of sites to see with some sailing.
This trip was about chilling, sailing and trying to figure out if the magic we found on our first trip down was real or just that 'honeymoon' effect.
Like we should have had a doubt.

No sooner did we land in Miami than my phone exploded with texts: Are you here? We're at Alabama Jacks! How much longer? Do you know what you want?
Rob and I were met with hugs, a fresh from the kitchen seafood platter, a Landshark Beer for me and a Rum Punch for him.
It seems that Alabama Jacks has become the place from which we launch...

We drive down Cardsound Road to US1, past the Caribbean Club and the African Queen to our home for the week, Key Lime Sailing Club.
The plan is to hang out, sail, eat, shop, sail...

That is just what we do, the week tinted by colorful Texan neighbors, frat house sing-a-longs, the biggest bag of whip cream I have ever seen, grocery store lunches, the most depressing final set a band could ever choose, a sunken golf cart, an accidental stop at what can assumed to be the 'home' of a Miami drug lord and this: 

Our final day of sailing was perfect. The wind finally forgave me for some past transgression and allowed us to take turns riding on the bow under the shade of the jib. The perfect place on a sailboat. As I took my turn on manatee watch, studying the ocean for underwater floating rock shapes, I looked up to see that moment when the water of Buttonwood Sound changes from turquoise to Florida blue and rolls into Florida Bay in shades of sky.
The horizon was gone.
The boat became silent as we, each one, considered the possibility of sailing off the edge of the world...

Sailing to Florida Bay. The body on the bow is alive, don't let her immobility fool you.

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  1. I want to go to this area at some point. Just beautiful.

    1. It is just fantastic - and can't say enough about Key Lime!

  2. This sounds just like the kind of wonderful trip my sailor boy Frenchman would love.

    1. If you ever get the chance, you and the Frenchman should give Key Lime a try.

  3. I have never done sailing. My son learned as a teenager and was good at it, but never kept it up as an adult. I guess we are all landlocked here. That water, though, was so beautiful. Alana

  4. I used to go to the Keys a lot in my 20's but haven't been since then. Thanks for the memories!

    1. This was our second time there - loved it way more than I expected.

  5. Ahh, glorious!

    Manatee watch. You were on manatee watch. That's WONDERFUL.


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