Thursday, April 23, 2015
Near Naval Air Station
Bob helped cast our lines at seven o'clock this morning, leaving "The Bar-B" and the other trawler behind. It was a beautiful day of travel. Just enough breeze that it was not too hot nor too cool, barely a ripple on the water.
We traveled 46 miles to anchor near Pensacola. We picked a spot between Redfish Point and Spanish Point with Perdido Key the only thing between us and the Gulf of Mexico. We could hear the waves.
We almost immediately took the dinghy out exploring, first west to a shipwreck. Okay, an abandoned sailboat washed ashore. Then we went east back towards the inlet. The water is beautiful there and we see boats anchored there, but charts do not show how to enter the southern side of the island. Just as we were approaching we saw the same trawler that was at the free dock with us last night pulling in just like he knew what he was doing. So we followed him, making mental notes for ourselves for next time.
When we came back out of there we headed to the sandiest piece of land we could find between us and the boat. We beached the dinghy and walked over to the Gulf. There were a good amount of waves, so not much to be seen there really. Not another sole in sight. Therefore we played more on the bay side we will call it. There were so many hermit crabs it was unbelievable. I never realized how tiny some could be. Then another dinghy was heading our way. It was the couple from the trawler we just followed, so we confirmed how to enter that anchorage next time.
Since this will be our last day in Florida, Linda decided to take last advantage of her fishing license until the fall. All that was caught was a fairly good size sail catfish. We've tangled with those enough, so we just let him go as quick as we could.
She's already contemplating getting an Alabama fishing license though since we will be there for a while. For one thing the lower Tenn-Tom is flooding, Barbara has to go to Wisconsin for her sister's memorial, and we will be in and out of it on the rivers until we are almost to Chattanooga.
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