06/16/2025
While Steve and Michelle were preparing to depart Mr Whisker’s, Tripp arrived to cross to Florida wiith Rob. This was the first time in awhile just Tripp and Rob were on board together. It was a time to reflect on all the wonderful times, challenges and accomplishments we have experienced. We shared our favorite moments and realized how our relationship has grown.
It was a beautiful, nearly downwind sail most of the way. We flew our parasailor, which has a magic all it’s own. The silence as you glide through the water, powered by only the wind, never seems to loose its tranquil feeling. A group of dolphins joined us. We sat on the bow sprite, as the dolphins danced across the bow. We watched as the would turn their bodies, near the surface, to make direct eye contact. One can not help but realize the beauty and grace of nature. The balance that exists in all but the human species. It causes ones mind to ponder a vast array of thoughts, but mostly a sense of overwhelming gratefulness to share in the moment with another species.
We spent a couple nights at Bimini. We had hoped to enjoy the town, but actually, we were so busy preparing to meet vendors for maintenance, securing a over priced slip and arranging a haul out of the boat, that we never left Mr Whisker’s. Early in the morning, we set out for our final trek across to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. This involved crossing the infamous Gulf Stream.
We had ensured the weather would give us a safe and mild crossing. Rob decided to plan a good portion of our navigation the old fashioned way. Mr Whiskers is equipment with some of the best navigational tools. With a click of a button, we can plot a coarse through currents, shifting tides, wind changes and other anomalies. It does an incredible amount of mathematics in seconds. Rob decided he needed to test his skills at navigating without technology. After nearly a page of math, he set a straight coarse to Fort Lauderdale. If done correctly we should be able to set a coarse and not change coarse throughout crossing the varying currents running at 90 degrees to our direction of travel. After completing the calculations it showed Mr Whiskers literally pointing 17 miles south of Fort Lauderdale. Filled with doubt that it was correct, Tripp and Rob set the coarse as figured. At times there was almost up to a 6 kt side current. Old fashioned math still works, we arrived right at the inlet to Fort Lauderdale.
To get to our marina we had to travel through the InterCoastal Waterways. This involved numerous moveable bridges to cross. The canal took us right through a business portion of town. To be traveling in a 44’ sailing catamaran, through a narrow canal with tall buldings surrounding you was crazy. It was nice to be waved at by Florida residents, as they walked their dogs through the city streets, felt like a welcome home parade.
Once at our Marina, the work we had planned began immediately. Rob left Mr Whiskers to visit his Mom and Tripp agreed to remain and oversee the completion of the work. In the meantime, we were finally in America to buy all the American comforts we had been waiting for…