23 February 2010 | Directly Across from Downtown Miami
Mid 70s with no wind and glassy seas
Today we moved to a spot in front of the old Miami marine stadium and across the bay from downtown. It is beautiful. Not everything is great about it though.
J at the Rickenbacker Marina next to us is a caustic ass hole. Avoid the Rickenbacker Marina at all costs. Better to lose your vessel than give this jerk a dime.
J charges 40 dollars if you land your dinghy to ask him if he has any moorings or slips available. One of his security guards gave me a phone number to ask him without me landing. J said sternly we could come ashore to buy something at the store but then we have to go. I did not want anything he had after the way he said it. He will not take money to let you land your dinghy and go shopping for a few hours. He has no fuel for you if you do not have a slip at the marina. I told him well it is his business, and he said: Yes It most definitely is.
Terry will be the official skipper since he is the only one that navigates right now.
Ski is Terry's father and will be the first mate since he is the only other sailor.
Debbie, is Terry's wife and will be officially a swab, but she is looking for promotion. [...]
JoAnn is the matriarch of the group and while her sailing titile will be swab she does have 2 votes on the destination committee. The skipper can overrule for safety reasons, but if JoAnn can get just one other person to vote with her that will be where we go.
Princess is our Boston Terrior. Her position on the boat is obvious.
Misty is our miniature chihuahua. She will be our translator in Spanish Speaking Countries.