It's been 2 days, so I'm telling mine....
Back in '99 all I had was a catalina
22 and I wanted some rough water
I heard about this small hurricane
named Floyd that was headed for Miami
, like hurricanes tend to do....after all Miami
is a hurricane
So, I took a couple of days off from work and loaded up my trusty ol' C-22 and headed out the St. Johns river and headed south. I hugged the coast so I could use the south current
and avoid the jet...um gulf...um blue....um...whatever that stream is called going north.
The Atlantic ocean
was smooth as glass and I had smooth sailing. The current
was 3.5 knots, and my speed was 7.2 knots for a total ground speed of 12.2 knots...I was in heaven!
I was so close to the beach, that all of the 25 year old chicks in thongs were waving at me! I even had some offer something up....at the time I didn't really hear what it was they were offfering, but now I know....Too bad it is too late to go back and take them up on that offer!
Shoot....I couldn't believe how fast I was going. I was even passing some of those windsurfers!
I was going so fast, I made it from Mayport to Cape Canaveral in only seven hours!
After passing the Cape I had to adjust from a south current to catching the eddy's because the stream was only a quarter mile from me, but I was able to adjust quite well. I was in Miami in another 3 and a half hours!
To be continued......