Our first day in Tarpon Springs was great. First, we awoke very rested. After a crossing, sleep is better than usual just because you are tired and glad to be alive. After a relaxing breakfast on a more or less even keel, we started cleaning the boat. It was covered in a paste of saltwater film and it looked like a haven for the homeless inside the boat and the cockpit. The club is in fairly shallow water and at low water we are high and dry. The difference in tides is enough that we have to come in on and depart on a high tide so tide charts are very important to us. After the chores, we rode our bikes over to meet with fellow crossers, Jane and Kent. They were in a nearby marina and equally grateful to be alive and safely tied up. This was their first crossing and first time in Tarpon Springs. We walked along the main tourist street where you can buy sponges and lots of other items unique and not so unique to Tarpon Springs. Unfortunately the tourist trolley was not to be found. This trolley used to make a loop of the main attractions of the town with a knowledgeable driver speaking about the town's history and what there was to see. We had promised this gem to our friends and felt badly that they were not able to experience this foot saving and educational bit of Tarpon. We still had a nice time exploring the shops and area and managed to leave some of our dollars behind. The highlight of the day was meeting up with other crossers Linda and Larry. They are been in company with us out the government cut from Apalchicola. During the night we had lost radio contact with him and had been concerned for their safety. Sadly, they had both been ill and couldn't respond to non-emgency radio calls. They had made it in to the city docks last night as well. It was great to see them rested and well.
Tomorrow will be dedicated to domestic chores, laundry and grocery shopping and the obligitory visit to West Marine. We'll also decide when and where we go next.
Friday, November 16, 2012
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