|We took this picture while in Biscayne Bay, get the point?|
|The Captain and his grandson, two of a kind! Can life get any better? Funny, I've caught bigger lobster!|
|Did you think I was lying?|
Okay, all whining aside, here we are in Elizabeth Harbor. There are now about 300 boats here for the festivities, and more arriving every day. There are gatherings day and night. Plenty of kids and adults that behave like kids to keep all of us on Mirador entertained. The farther we explore, the more amazing the discoveries we make. We are meeting the most interesting people that anyone could imagine, all walks of life. No imaginary boundaries here! You cannot tell these people, "I can't", I wouldn't dare. You would be hard pressed to scare them with a gun!
|Eva celebrating another sunset by blowing the conch.|
The cruising community is just wonderful, they come up with all kinds of activities. They nurture the cruising kid's confidence, and hone their skills to back up all that confidence. My impossible son is even letting down his facade, and joining the activities. We all learned how to use a conch shell as a horn, surprisingly Eva is the best at it. She kinda reminds me of Dizzy Gillespie.
There was a model boat building activity. All of the tools, fasteners, and materials were donated by this generous group, but even more precious, they donated their time. I'm sorry to say that from the results you would be hard pressed to guess that we are all sailors. The important thing is the day that we all shared. With all the tools buzzing, I thought for sure someone is going to the hospital, maybe an Air-vac, but no, only one person let a knife fall off the table, and onto her foot, but I won't mention Pam's name.
|Hadrian with his boat. I see naval architecture in his future.|