If it were not for the fact that our friends Marjorie and Dick went swimming with them we were on the verge of deciding that manatees were a myth used by Florida to lure tourists. Just kidding.
I dingied over to Marathon Marina, while Diana walked over with the furry kid, got directions from Darryl and went to their location. I was not disappointed.
Manatee mother and calf sunning at Marathon Marina |
Sue, Darryl and Diana ogling the manatees |
The white markings are scars from contact with a propeller |
After watching the manatees for a half hour, we decided to take a walk out to Seven Mile Bridge where you get a spectacular view on the Atlantic to the left and the Gulf to the right.
Happy folks on the pedestrian bridge |
On the way back we stopped to rest (getting old) and pose for another photo.
Then we had lunch at the restaurant on Marathon Marina grounds, which had a lovely display for crab traps and crab pots. This prompted a discussion as to whether we should burn them or just stop eating crab as our form of protest for the fisherman laying their traps in the main ICW channel. We chose the latter but with limited resolve. Crab, after all, do taste good.
Diana walked back to the Burdines while I explored Boot Key Harbor on the dingy. My travels took me eastward to the City Marina, which is essentially a mooring field filled with Loopers camped out for the winter. They reach shore via the dingy dock. Diana had called City Marina for reservations and learned that they were booked solid through the season. And, remember that's for camping out on a mooring. Wow.
Just a small segment of the City Marina mooring field |
One of two City Marina dingy docks |
Working section of the Marathon Marina |
Meanwhile, it was snowing like crazy in Chicago with gale force winds to 50 MPH that forced the closing of Lake Shore Drive while we enjoyed summer in the dead (actually to the day) of winter.
Written by Les.
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