March 24 – April 10.
They love the water here in Miami. They sail on it, swim in it, paddle board on it, kayak on it, row on it, land their planes on it, anchor their giganto power boats on it, race their power boats on it, and water ski on it. Oh, and they jet ski on it. They LOVE to jet ski on it. They ride in packs racing each other through the anchorage, with the alpha jet skier speeding straight ahead, and the followers cutting back and forth across his wake churning up other random wakes. And us poor sailors are like the old man down the street shaking his fist and yelling at the kids to get off his lawn, except we are yelling â€œget off my water!â€ as they cut a wake next to our boats causing them to pitch, heave, and roll uncontrollably while our dinner flies off the stove down below. Yes, the water is open territory down here. Itâ€™s always a party. Sometimes smack dab in the middle of the ICW. Seriously, we had to navigate out of the waterway around a power boat anchored IN the channel.
We have been here for almost two weeks now. But we have not come for the party. It is our season of fixing things because as we recover from the delusion that we are living the life, we have realized that sailing isnâ€™t really just about waking up everyday to tropical sunrises, itâ€™s about fixing things.
We have actually gotten quite a few things ticked off our chore list, but unfortunately the list has grown since we set off from Stuart almost a month ago. It has been a bit discouraging, disheartening, and frustrating.
Our fresh water pump developed a leak. After a three-mile* trip out the Lake Worth inlet to macerate (empty the holding tank) we discovered that the macerator no longer works. One of our solar panels has stopped working. And because on most days the wind isnâ€™t enough to produce much power we have been spending our days trying to harness all the energy we can out of our other solar panel, tilting it towards the sun as it arcs through the sky and running our engine at night so we can charge our computer enough to watch a few TV â€˜sodes, hoping the refrigerator doesnâ€™t suck all of the juice out of the batteries over night.
After several tries to fix the water pump and finally hopping a couple of buses across town the pump has been replaced, the macerator is not urgent and we have solved our energy problem by filling the refrigerator full of ice and turning it off. So on the bright side, we now have fresh water on demand again, and although my vegetables may rot, I now have enough power to write this blog post.
* Three miles is the legal limit to macerate.