We are underway southbound in Tampa Bay, approaching the Sunshine Skyway Bridge as I begin typing, after a couple of very pleasant weeks in the St Petersburg/Clearwater area. We're headed for the Gulf ICW and the southbound run back to Sanibel Island, where we will have to choose between the lake and Keys routes back to the east coast.
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I'm a lucky guy. Flanked by Karen and Louise at the Clearwater mural. Photo: Ben Willmore, Digital Mastery |
Shortly after my last post we arrived to the Pass-a-Grille inlet, where we found depths over the bar of just 7.9' at a tide of 1.1'. We made our way to a new spot for us, an anchorage in a small embayment near Isla del Sol (map), which we entered from the northwest. We tendered over to the Tierra Verde dry stack marina, across the channel, heavily damaged in the storms. They let us tie up to go eat in the on-premise Italian restaurant, Circo, which was quite good.
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Sunset over Pass-a-Grille from the Isla del Sol anchorage. |
After dinner we strolled the island a bit, passing the well-protected Port 32 marina, which is a longer tender ride but also has an on-site restaurant. I stayed up late for the lunar eclipse; I tried to get a photo but my phone was not up to the challenge. In the morning we waited until 10:30 to leave so we would have plenty of tide for the shallow spot, where on this pass we found 8.9' on a tide of 0.9'. We can only guess that high offshore winds had lowered the gulf side water level by more than a foot on our way in.
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Best my phone could do with the lunar eclipse. |
The run to Clearwater inlet was flat calm, and I only had to dodge and weave a little traffic on the way into the harbor. We arrived at the dock, spun around into the current, and tied up on the face dock, girding ourselves for the inevitable slop that makes its way down the channel there. No sooner did we have all the lines on than Shannon, the very pleasant dockmaster, offered us a more protected spot around the corner on the perpendicular face dock almost under the bridge (map). It was a bit tricky getting the boat in there in the cross-current, but we knew it would be more comfortable.
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Vector at Clearwater Harbor Marina, as seen from the city pier (remnant of old drawbridge). |
In the evening we strolled through the fancy new Coachman Park, under construction on our last visit, to downtown Clearwater, where we met up with Karen and Ben for a nice dinner at Olive & Thyme. After walking Louise back to Vector, I set out on foot to collect an Amazon package from the nearby locker and then walk the mile or so to the UPS Access Point in the CVS for yet more packages. When I arrived back at the dock the current had reversed, and it was pushing Vector so far off the dock I could not re-board. I ended up handing the pack off to Louise and then doing an assisted tight-rope walk on a dock line to get aboard until we could tighten all the lines on the next ebb.
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Being nearly directly under the bridge wreaked havoc with our Starlink as well as our GPS. That big red blotch is all position error. |
The signature feature of Coachman Park is the Baycare Sound amphitheater. When I watched it going up I imagined it as a local civic event center, but it gets the headliners, and Saturday we were bombarded with sound checks for the evening's Foreigner concert, fronted by 38 Special. In the afternoon we put the scooters on the ground and made a run to Publix before heading off to Ben and Karen's place for a wonderful homemade seafood pasta dinner. We returned to the waterfront right at intermission; having missed 38 Special we got to hear all the top Foreigner hits, just a bit muted, right from Vector. It was over by 10:45.
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Baycare Sound from our deck, in the rain. Getting ready for Diana Ross. |
Sunday an enormous storm blew through, complete with tornado warnings, pinning us on the boat most of the day. A gap in the rain let us get out for dinner in the evening, but just ahead of a Diana Ross concert in the amphitheater, every downtown restaurant was packed, with waits of a half hour or longer. I walked down the block until I found a joint with open tables, a sports bar called Prelude that had just been open a few weeks. The food and service were good, but the place had a faint smell of old cigarette smoke, most likely left over from whatever had been there before. We won't be back unless it is pleasant enough to eat outside.
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The storm drains on the bridge just dump straight down, making this pattern on the water. |
The Diana Ross fans got a reprieve, with the rain completely gone by the time we finished dinner, and the concert delayed by just a half hour to mop things up. I walked around the venue and spent a little time listening to her -- she's still got it after all these years. (Foreigner's lone original member is the same age, 80.) Tickets are expensive and there are lots of rules in the venue, but if you don't mind your view being obstructed by a mesh fence, there's a place in the park to bring your folding chair and hear the whole thing for free.
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The view from the cheap seats. That's Diana Ross. I had to stand on my toes to see over the fence. |
On the way to dinner Saturday I had noticed the fancy LED position light on the front of Louise's new scooter was flashing. We got some masking tape from Ben to cover it for the ride home, but Sunday I tore into the fairing to either fix it or disconnect it. I ended up doing the latter until I can work on it closer to the boat.
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On St. Patty's eve, our friend and professional musician Dave Rowe streamed an Irish-themed concert and we were happy to "attend," stout in hand. |
The rest of the week was fairly quiet, and in addition to knocking out a few projects, we got lots of errands done. We both had doctor's appointments, and we hit all the shopping that often requires wheels, including Total Wine, Walmart, and Costco. At this latter stop I found a deal on a tablet to replace the one Louise has been using for charts underway, which has slowed to an absolute crawl. I had several walks to the Amazon locker throughout the week.
We hit two more downtown restaurants, including perennial favorite Clear Sky, which we all hit on St. Pats, and Downtown Pizza on our final night. We met Karen, after Ben left town on business, at the Brew Garden Taphouse, where a pizza on the menu is named for her, and she fed us at home on her last night in town.
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Roseate spoonbill feeding in the shallows under the bridge, not far from Vector. |
I had originally booked six nights, with our departure coinciding with Karen leaving town, however shortly after arriving I learned that the week rate was actually cheaper, and so we extended one night and got a partial refund, reminding me to always check on such things. That let us get the scooters back on deck at our leisure rather than on departure morning. It was a great stay in Clearwater, however the new park has eliminated the free parking near the waterfront. We got parking tickets on the scooters for locking them to a bike rack before I found a more legal place for them overnight, in the old city hall lot.
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The storm took out the northern access to the courtesy dock, which we used so often on our last visit. |
On Friday we were all set to leave at 9:45 to time the drawbridges on the southbound run, but it was blowing 25-30 knots and the wind had us pinned to the dock, even as the current was trying to push us the other way. With boat-eating metal parts protruding from the dock both ahead and astern of us, I could not afford to be blown back on a failed attempt, and we waved off after ten minutes of trying.
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Departure time. 25-30kt on the starboard beam, pinning us to the dock. |
We tried again at 10:45, with the same result, and we finally made it off the dock at 11:45. That put us in a fair tide and we reached the first bridge a half hour early, which had me scrambling to make the next bridge in half an hour rather than the planned 40 minutes. When we left two hours late I though we would not make St. Pete before closing, but we made up an hour and were pulling up to the yacht club docks (map) at 4:30.
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Theses pilings precluded "hopping" along the face of the dock to open water. We were nestled between two of them. |
The St. Pete yacht club has completely replaced their docks since our last visit, and these are nice sturdy concrete floating docks, a real luxury here. We were again able to offload the scooters the next day and stash them in the club garage.
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A view inside Baycare Sound on a quiet day. |
We had a whirlwind week catching up with friends, including Alex, Dori and Bob, Diane and JP, and Steph and Martin, who fed us at their house twice. We also hit familiar downtown restaurants including Bella Brava and Red Mesa, which seems to have declined a bit since our last visit. We had dinner for the first time ever at Grille 1909 in the club, which we've always enjoyed at breakfast or lunch, but have now decided that the lounge is probably a better dinner option. I also got a pizza one night from Oak & Stone, when Louise was suffering a particularly bad allergy day.
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In our cheapy folding chairs waiting for the show Hair to start. |
Our first night at the dock I noticed moving theatrical lighting on booms at the park across the way, but the concert music I expected to go along with that never came. The next day I wandered over to discover it was the setup for a theater-in-the-park production of Hair, and that must have been one of the final lighting setup nights. The next couple of days we could hear rehearsals. We would still be at the docks when the show opened in previews, and I bought BYO-chair seating for the first night. The music and voices were fantastic and it was a great production. The nude scene and some of the more violent parts were omitted, but overall a great show, provided you understand that the whole show is basically a 1968 acid trip.
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The set at intermission. Photos are not allowed during the performance. |
When we had booked, the club could only take us at the dock until Friday morning, in part because lots of boats were coming in for the big Key West themed street party along with the grand opening celebration for the new docks, as well as the annual blessing of the fleet scheduled for today. And so Friday morning we topped up the water, offloaded the trash, and boarded the scooters before checkout time, figuring to anchor someplace for a couple of nights.
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St. Pete from atop the St. Pete Pier building. |
Just as we were getting ready to single up lines, the dockmaster came over to say they could accommodate us longer if we could just move forward a couple dozen feet. Given the chaos of the weekend we were not really surprised that things had changed, and we were happy to just line forward and move our power plug to extend our stay by another two nights.
That meant we could go to the big block party, and the club was able to give us last-minute tickets. It was a great event with a fantastic band playing all the hits of our younger years, with a great food spread and free-flowing beer and wine to boot. We sat with friends Steph, Dori, and Martin and met a bunch of other club members as well. We have not danced that much in a long time, and we were a bit sore the next day.
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Martin, Steph, Dori, Louise, and I at the Key West block party. The hat was my nod to the theme. |
That did not stop us from strolling the weekly Saturday Market, where we picked up some excellent breakfast sandwiches from Kurt's Sausages. We also found a couple of bagels for the next day, but they were nothing to cheer about.
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St. Pete Saturday Market. One aisle of four. |
The final extra day also let us get in one last visit with Karen and Ben, who were driving home from a conference in Bradenton Saturday evening. We ended up at Taverna Costale, an Italian place, new to us, just a couple of blocks from the dock, simply because they had available spots on Open Table. It was actually very good.
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Dinner with Karen and Ben at Taverna Costale. Photo: Ben Willmore |
This morning we were ready to leave the dock before checkout time, but we delayed for a bit while the gaggle of boats participating in the blessing of the fleet jockeyed around and left the marina for the blessing out near the St. Pete Pier. We proceeded directly to the pump-out dock across the basin at the municipal marina, and I had figured the blessing would be done by the time we left the basin. No such luck, and I had to skirt around it on our way out.
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The blessing of the fleet. I left this official boat to port so I would not pass between them and their congregants and be a distraction. They still all turned to look at us. |
Update: I was never able to finish yesterday, with just a couple of hours underway in open water, and we're now in Sarasota, anchored off Bird Key across from the Sarasota Yacht Club (map). We had the current against us all the way through Tampa Bay but still arrived a bit early for the Anna Maria Island drawbridge. Then we slow-rolled to the Cortez bridge, just 16 minutes away but also on a half-hourly schedule. By then it was 3pm and we just went another mile to a familiar anchorage near the Coast Guard station in Cortez (map).
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Approaching the Sunshine Skyway Bridge. We do not use the main span and instead thread between the anti-ship caissons. |
Cortez and Bradenton Beach were hit pretty hard by Milton, and the marina north of the bridge is pretty much destroyed, with sunken vessels still in place. We also noticed the anchorage south of the bridge on the west side, normally so full there's no room left, had just three boats, the rest, we presume, relocated by the storm.
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Destroyed marina and lots of sunken boats on our way into Cortez. |
At dinner time we splashed the tender and headed over to the Tide Tables restaurant on the Cortez side, which has a dock. I was looking forward to strolling Cortez after dinner, but the wait turned out to be over 40 minutes, with no shady place to wait. We decided to leave it for another day, waved off, and headed across to the Bradenton Beach side instead.
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Long overdue project to refresh the dinghy numbers. Halfway through on this side. |
The city courtesy docks were mostly destroyed, but there are two mostly usable slips and they were empty. We tied up and walked down to the Bridge Tender Inn, which we remembered fondly from a previous visit. It's a Packers bar (really), and last time we were there ahead of a Packers game, which made it a zoo. Thankfully, pro football season is over. My burger was excellent and Louise enjoyed her fish sandwich, and only draft beer was lacking. We strolled a bit of the town after dinner; lots of damage and many things are still closed. Several restaurants have reopened and the town is rebuilding.
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Courtesy docks askew. |
This morning I called the Sarasota Yacht Club, just a little over two hours away, to see if they had a slip for tonight, and they did. So we weighed anchor after the fog lifted and headed south, for an arrival a bit after noon. That put us here at max flood, with a full knot ripping through the marina and trying to push us into the slips, which fortunately are parallel to the flow. But with the heavy current and 15 knots of wind on the beam pushing us off-center, we waved off after three missed approaches. The slips are tight. Instead we came across the channel to this lovely anchorage.
I was still working on photos here when we tendered over to the club, a little before the dockmaster left for the day, to grab a key card so we could walk down to St. Armand's Circle for dinner. The club itself is closed, as so many are on Monday. St. Armands is one of my favorite places on the west coast, and it was hit hard, with lots of vegetation missing from the causeway and many businesses still shuttered. We had a nice pizza at Venezia, which was packed. In the morning we will weigh anchor and continue south toward Boca Grande.