That is a mariner’s term for we did not have to run the motor. The wind cooperated as we left the Port of Miami or Mee Ammy as some call it.
I cannot say that the waves were as cooperative. When the waves are peaking taller than the stern of your boat one does not generally deem that cooperation. This can be scary for some fun for others. I fall in to the “others” category. My favorite place on the boat as a child was sitting on the pulpit riding the waves.
The waves were big rolling swells. Some would catch you and run under the boat from the stern popping up under the bow or port side, feeling a little like a roller coaster but more subtle. Not that these waves could be considered subtle. They capped and crowned with white whenever they felt like it. The water was a deep sapphire blue. The white caps like diamonds in contrast to the water. As the crowns rolled back against the side of the wave you could see through the cerulean crest and then it would lay out on top of the water creating a new blue painting as the white diamonds magically turned to foam swirling into the light blue and then disappeared suddenly into the sapphire depths as the next wave came on. My digital camera does not do the water justice when it is moving this fast.
We got be a sailboat, in this fashion for twenty miles today as we moved north to Ft. Lauderdale to spend the night anchored in Lake Sylvia, small inner harbor among the beautiful Mediterranean style homes with their red clay roofs.
I cannot say that the waves were as cooperative. When the waves are peaking taller than the stern of your boat one does not generally deem that cooperation. This can be scary for some fun for others. I fall in to the “others” category. My favorite place on the boat as a child was sitting on the pulpit riding the waves.
The waves were big rolling swells. Some would catch you and run under the boat from the stern popping up under the bow or port side, feeling a little like a roller coaster but more subtle. Not that these waves could be considered subtle. They capped and crowned with white whenever they felt like it. The water was a deep sapphire blue. The white caps like diamonds in contrast to the water. As the crowns rolled back against the side of the wave you could see through the cerulean crest and then it would lay out on top of the water creating a new blue painting as the white diamonds magically turned to foam swirling into the light blue and then disappeared suddenly into the sapphire depths as the next wave came on. My digital camera does not do the water justice when it is moving this fast.
We got be a sailboat, in this fashion for twenty miles today as we moved north to Ft. Lauderdale to spend the night anchored in Lake Sylvia, small inner harbor among the beautiful Mediterranean style homes with their red clay roofs.
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