Murky Day

I don't know how to spell "murky" but let it be said that the water was not clear.

We set out with friends and dockmates, Larry and Ula(see photos) on their dinghy to go lobstering. Never done it, don't know anything about it, but away we went. Our other dock mates and neighbors to our port side, Kathy and Doug went along in their dinghy (see foggy photo). We searched via the GPS, we checked "holes", and Ula kept telling Larry, "it's not clear, I can't see". (she's a perfectionist when it come to lobstering and other things I think as I see her cleaning their boat daily).

So we'd go to the next "hole". We would look for "white spots" and then a large dark spot amidst. That would mean that there was a cave or rock in which the lobsters hung out. Ula said, "look for the holes", and then, "look for tentacles."

Well, I was just amazed that I could see the bottom, grass, sand, rocks, fish, coral, etc.

It was unusually foggy as well. Here it was 12:00 noon or so and it was foggy. The fog would burn off and the sun warmed us. Then it would come again. The only explanation on the murky water was the recent cold spell. We passed lots of dead fish and a few dead manatees.

Then we've been seeing a few Portagese man-o-wars. They look like a zip lock bag floating. So interesting. Cobalt blue, then clear. Neat!

What I've learned -

Boat people get to know one another quick. Why? Cause we don't know how long one another will be here. It's not any different than life in the burbs but we just have a closer identification to it and hence build our relationships acccording.

God's peace,

Lisa