Wednesday, January 13, 2021

2021: Getaway to Newfound Harbor

 January 2021
No boat travel.

I found some sunset pictures hidden away on Clark's cellphone that he has taken since the beginning of the year. 


Sunset New Year's Day 2021


Sunset on 1/3/2021 at Faro Blanco 


Sunset on 1/6/2021 at Faro Blanco


7 January 2021
No boat travel.

We had a southeast wind today for a change. The sea grass that had accumulated around the docks started to drift back where it came from. I decided to give it a helping hand and ended up with a blister on my thumb from using a boat hook to push the sea grass back out to sea. Seeing a grass-free slip for even a short while made the effort worthwhile. 


Sea grass moving on out 



10 January 2021
No boat travel.

After the 7th, the wind shifted around to once again come in from the north or northeast and with it came the sea grass. This time with a vengeance!

Needing some exercise, I went for a walk around the marina. Clark stayed back  to do some compounding / waxing on the boat. 


Clark polishing the boat


In all the time I have been here, (this is our sixth season), I have never seen the marina so thick with sea grass!

When the sea grass comes in, sometimes some sea life comes with it!


Portuguese Man o War


As I walked around the marina, this is what I saw!


View from the SE corner of the marina


Looking at the boats surrounded by sea grass


View of Florida Bay


View from the NE corner of marina




This is the slip that held
"Hour Plan" last year.

When it was Clark's turn to take pictures, he decided to focus on the beautiful sunset instead of the nasty sea grass.


Sunset at Faro Blanco on 1/10/2021

Zooming in, he even captured one with a pelican flying by ...


Sunset at Faro Blanco on 1/10/2021


11 January 2021
Depart: Faro Blanco Marina 2:40
Arrive: Newfound Harbor Anchorage 5:30
Distance: 23.5 nm
Conditions: slight SE wind, 70s, overcast skies

Once a week we take the boat out for a maintenance run to knock off the weeds and animals that have attached themselves to the hull and exercise the engines. Looking at the favorable weather conditions, we could not decide what we wanted to do. We dilly-dallied around until mid-afternoon when we started untying our lines. Before we pulled away from the dock, Clark added water to our almost-empty water tanks to bring them up to the 1/2 full mark. That should be sufficient should we decide to stay out overnight or longer. 

Clark considered just taking the boat for the maintenance run of about one hour, going for a short one-night stay at a nearby anchorage, or going for a multi-night outing and heading off towards Key West and possibly beyond. When he told our boat neighbors, Bill and Sandy, he was considering going to the Dry Tortugas, Sandy laughed because she thought he was joking. When they realized he was serious, we got a lecture from Bill as Sandy ran for her iPad to check out conditions for such a voyage. 

As Sandy shared her info with Clark, I got a scary lecture from Bill on the hazards of traveling to the Gulf at this time of year. He talked of waves so large that the boat would survive but people aboard (i.e. us) would be dead should such bad conditions suddenly appear. Basically, the picture he painted for a trip to the Dry Tortugas was grim to say the least. 

Before we left, we did get a confirmation from Bill that we could make it to Newfound Harbor to anchor before nightfall. We decided to take it one-step at a time and headed there as our first stop. As we pulled out of the slip, a pelican came to roost on the post by our slip. Being very brave, he stood his ground even as I walked right up next to him and waved my arms. They are too used to being fed by the fishermen here to scare off.


Ev explaining to the pelican that it
should find somewhere else to perch

We traveled west until we got to Moser Channel and then went under the 7-mile bridge and out into the Atlantic Ocean. I drove through the bridge as Clark snapped some pics.










Because of the directions of the wind and current, our stabilizers did not completely stop us from being tossed about. However, we observed only a slight chop to the water, so it was not an issue. What quickly became a pain in the bottom was the abundance of fish traps. Clark thought that perhaps if we headed further out into the ocean, we would see less traps. This, sadly, did not appear to be the case. We ended up traveling west about 1.5 miles from shore, watching for, and maneuvering around traps for the entire trip. 

On the ocean, we saw nothing but water, traps, and sky for the duration of the ride. With heavy cloud cover, we hardly even saw the sun. On occasion, however, it tried to break through.


Ray of sun peeking through the heavy cloud cover


Although it felt like we were hardly moving, we did manage to travel at about 8.5 knots for our time on the ocean. Eventually, as planned, we arrived at the entrance to Newfound Harbor.


Entrance to Newfound Harbor








We wove our way into the harbor following the channel markers until we got to a spot that Clark selected for us to drop anchor.  As we explored the area, I pointed out to Clark the weather blimp that flies over the lower Keys. "Fat Albert", as the blimp is called, has appeared in some of my prior blog updates. Here he is again!



"Fat Albert" over Big Pine Key


We hoped for a good sunset. Here is what we saw.


Clark's sunset picture 


Ev's sunset picture taken a short while later


We simply kicked back and relaxed watching a movie on television and finally called it a night around midnight.

12 January 2021
Depart: Newfound Harbor Anchorage 12:00
Arrive: Faro Blanco Marina 3:15
Distance: 22 nm
Conditions: Breezy, 70s, Overcast skies

Amazingly, we both slept until 10:30 this morning. We had no marina noises, or any other noises for that matter, to disturb us, so we were not woken up any earlier. By the time we finished breakfast, it was almost time for lunch. Even so, Clark thought it a good idea to eat before leaving the anchorage, so I made him lunch.  

"So," I said, "where are we going today?" With that, he pulled out his iPad to check on the weather. Although the weather looked good for the earlier part of the day, he saw a front that would come through later that he did not care for. We both agreed that returning to Faro Blanco, instead of venturing on towards Key West, might be the better plan for today.

Around noon, we departed the anchorage to make our way back to the marina. Having no success with going further offshore on our way to the harbor to avoid traps, Clark decided we should try closer to land for the trip back. We still found traps - perhaps not as many. As we neared Moser Channel, we saw a boat moving from trap-to-trap emptying any contents and dumping the trap back in the water. 

The practiced moves of the men hauling in the traps was fascinating to watch. Unfortunately, by the time I grabbed my camera to try to capture their activities, I was too late and we had passed them. Their actions appeared almost automated. As they pulled a trap in, they brought it onto a hinged  metal plate that lifted the trap to a horizontal position. Once they emptied the trap, they dropped the metal platform and the trap disappeared back into the water. It took only seconds to complete the work and move on to the next trap.


Men working on trap boat


Shortly after we passed the trap-collecting boat, we arrived at the 7-Mile bridge.






When we pulled into the marina, we noticed that our neighbors, Sandy and Bill, were gone. Instead of being greeted by them, we were greeted by a slip full of sea grass. Sigh!

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

2021: Overnight at Johnson Key

 3 January 2021
Depart: Faro Blanco Resort, Marathon, FL 12:30 
Arrive: Johnson Key Anchorage 2:35
Distance: 16 nm
Conditions: 80s, slight south wind, calm seas, abundance of crab pots

As we pulled away from our slip in the marina, I planned on preparing an on-the-go lunch for the two of us as soon as we got going. That quickly turned out to be a poor assumption. As we headed west, crab pots and shallow water greeted us. These two factors meant that all eyes needed to be on the water. Knowing that I would not survive without food, I quickly ran down and grabbed a small snack for each of us. 

Along the way we passed "Fred the Tree".


"Fred the Tree" on the 7-Mile Bridge


Traps all around and
sometimes closer to the boat than we would like!

Looking at anchorage reviews in Active Captain, Clark decided that the highly-rated Johnson Key location would be a great spot to try for the night. Having not been to this location before, we overshot the turn off towards the islands and had to backtrack.  When I saw the size of Friend Key that Clark was looking for, I understood why we sailed on by the cutoff. He said he should have put in a waypoint.


Slightly larger than a postage stamp:
Friend Key near Big Pine Key, FL

With several possible anchorages listed in Active Captain for this site, Clark scoped out the area checking water depths, evaluating protection for anticipated wind-direction changes during the night, and looking for a sandy (as opposed to a weedy) bottom. The color of the water, light versus dark green, told us where the bottom should be sandier rather than weedier. Standing on the bow of the boat ready for the anchor to drop, I could see the water bottom and help direct Clark to a better spot to drop.

After exploration and discussion, we agreed that selecting a more open spot to capture the slight breeze would be a prime choice. We found a spot surrounded by Friend Key, Johnson Key, and Little Pine Key. We had nothing but calm blue-green water and scraggly, scruffy islands around us. 

Views from the anchorage ...


Looking towards Friend Key


Looking towards Johnson Key


Looking towards Little Pine Key

At 3:00 we had the anchor down and the systems shutdown, so we could finally eat lunch. Thank goodness I grabbed a handful of nuts at 12:30, or Clark would have been picking me up off the floor! Without a reminder, Clark would have gone about as if his snack was his lunch. He sometimes forgets to eat! (not me!) Where we would have been hot and sticky in our slip, we actually donned long sleeves to be comfortable at the anchorage. 

One would think that after anchoring almost exclusively for the weeks it took us to get to Marathon from New Jersey, we would have had enough. Instead, we both thoroughly enjoyed being at anchor away from other boats and the general hubbub of the marina such as the Pigeon Key tourist boat firing up its engines every two hours. I find our hour-long maintenance runs to be an annoyance. I like taking the boat out and staying out. With no WiFi and poor cell service, we ate lunch in the cockpit, sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed total peace and quiet.


Sun setting at Johnson Key anchorage


Sky after sunset looking towards Friend Key


4 January 2021
Depart: Johnson Key Anchorage 10:35
Arrive: Faro Blanco Resort 12:20
Distance: 11 nm
Conditions: much cooler than yesterday, wind from north, slight chop 

We slept in and ate a late breakfast. Clark scoffed his down in a hurry. I had just started to enjoy a leisurely breakfast when Clark came and asked how soon I would be ready to leave. He instantly ruined my mood. I growled at him that I would be ready once I had eaten but I had no plans to rush! 

Clark's hurry to get back stemmed from the fact that he had scheduled a pump out for today with marina staff. Since he told me when he signed up that they had a long list ahead of us, I thought we had plenty of time to get back. I did have laundry piling up and expected a package to arrive. Given those factors, I did not grumble too loudly about leaving our quiet spot.

Wind direction changed and the boat started rocking around 4:00 a.m. this morning. With a northerly wind, we knew it would get colder as the day progressed. Time to leave paradise! The water for the ride "home" was definitely choppier than we had yesterday.

Buried among white caps on the water, crab traps challenged us more on our return trip to the marina. I  am a much better spotter of traps and markers than Clark, so I sat beside him either pointing out traps and markers or shouting out depths as we made our way "home".  I missed seeing "Fred the Tree" on the return trip, but Clark did point out Pigeon Key where the tour boat goes 4 times a day.


Pigeon Key near 7-Mile Bridge

When we pulled into our slip, two boater friends handed us our lines and assisted us in tying up. I tied a short breast line which should have stopped the boat's forward motion coming in. Unfortunately, the boat was a tad too far away from the dock for the breast line to do its job. The northerly wind pushed us into the slip, and before I could get a spring line on, we bumped the dock. It did not feel bad to me, but Clark was upset that we hit the dock. "It sounded loud to me!," he exclaimed.

After we got the lines on, (Ken said, "You have more lines than a Stephen King novel!"), we checked out the "damage" which turned out to be a slight scuff mark that Clark wiped off with his hand. Following that, we had a lengthy discussion about how to set lines up for our next outing to avoid a reoccurrence. 

Neither Clark's nor my afternoon worked out as we thought they would. As I sat at the upper helm on our trip, I could not help but notice how filthy everything looked. Standing on the dock to tie up lines, I could see that parts of our white full enclosure appeared almost black from dirt. After lunch, I grabbed a bucket and supplies needed to clean the upper helm. Clark followed behind me with supplies needed to apply boat wax to the areas I cleaned. 

I started my cleaning by climbing over the instrument panel and out the front opening of the full enclosure to reach the dirtiest part of the full enclosure - dirtiest due to how inaccessible it is for normal cleaning.  The platform I stood on sits several feet up in the air and narrows to only a foot wide on either side of the upper helm. I cleaned what I could, but with a fear of falling, I left some portions for Clark to clean in my stead. 

After doing what I could on the outside of the upper helm, I moved to the inside. I started my cleaning efforts around 1:00 and watched the time as I worked because Sandy offered me a trip to the supermarket at 3:00 that I couldn't turn down. I managed to complete my work just in time to get cleaned up and change my clothes ready to leave with Sandy. At 3:00 I left with Sandy as Clark continued cleaning and applying 3M wax. 

Before stopping at Publix, Sandy took me to see her friend who said that she had fish to give us. When we got to their motor home site, they were cooking and sat us down for a mini feast of fresh-fried fish. Having never eaten Spanish Mackerel, I had no idea if I would like it but had to try it to find out. Having been cooked perfectly, it had no fishy flavor, and I enjoyed it enough to accept two more pieces when offered! Besides feeding us fresh-cooked fish, they sent us away with raw fish to cook for ourselves later.

When Sandy and I returned from our outing, which turned out to be much longer than anticipated, I found Clark still busy polishing the boat. Since it was now 4:45, I asked about the pump out, and Clark said the dockhand never came by. Since we are approaching full, he was concerned that it had not happened. Besides no pump out, I never did get to my laundry. I did, however, get one of the two packages I expected. 

Since I had a large fish "snack" at 3:30, I could not face cooking the raw fish for dinner. I knew it would never taste as good as what we ate at their motor home site. I put the fish "on ice" in the fridge with a plan to cook it tomorrow.


Sunset at Faro Blanco Resort in Marathon, FL


5 January 2021
No boat travel.

Sandy offered to take me to the Key Colony farmer's market this morning. I had no plans to purchase anything but thought I would enjoy time away from the boat (and my husband). We left at 9:30. At 10:10 we finally arrived at Key Colony. Traffic was backed up for miles on Route 1. Cars moved very slowly or not at all, and we had no idea why. The trip took about 25 minutes longer than it should have.

As Sandy moved the car up inch-by-inch, I chattered away somewhat oblivious to the time being eaten up. Driving over the bridge, approaching Key Colony, we strained to look for the cause of the backup as we reached the peak of the bridge. Sandy said she could see flashing lights ahead, so we hoped that signaled the traffic jam would clear so we could continue on our way. 

Our timing could not have been worse for the drive down Route 1. Just as we turned into Key Colony towards the farmers market, the police started removing the cones marking a detour around Route 1. We browsed the market and bought a few items. After concluding our shopping and returning to Route 1, we found no traffic jam or any evidence of an earlier slowdown. 

When we got back to the marina, I asked Clark about the pump out we did not get yesterday. He said he talked to marina staff, and we would get one before the end of the day. Yay! He worked on polishing the boat until they came and then went back to it after the pump out was complete.

I, on the other hand, got to work on that laundry that did not happen yesterday. I am thoroughly disgusted with the laundry facilities here at the marina this year. Two washers and dryers have never been enough in the past to handle the demand. However, in prior years, they did at least do the job once you got your turn. This year, I find the dryers, even on the highest setting, do not dry the clothes - the clothes come out damp every time. 

Last time I used the washers, one of them stopped working mid-job. After poking at it for a few minutes with no results, I reached into the dark, soapy water, felt around for my clothes, and moved the sopping wet laundry to the other washer. Once I paid to start that washer going, the one I had removed the laundry from went into the spin cycle when I closed the lid. Dang! It must have been a balance problem. I should have played with it more. Obviously, removing the laundry cleared the problem. 

Today, when I returned to my boat with my laundry, I hung some of it up to dry and put other in the dryer on our boat. I grumbled at Clark that I hate doing laundry, but I do it expecting it to be done when I come back from the laundry room. I do not expect it to be an on-going event. 

I cooked up my free fish from yesterday. I cooked it in two batches but overcooked the first batch. The second batch was definitely not as dry as the first batch. 

Friday, January 1, 2021

2020: Year end in Marathon

 29 December 2020
No boat travel.

With weather in the 70s and a northeast wind, I asked Clark to walk with me to the 7-mile bridge for some exercise. To my never-ending shock, he said yes. Okay, so he never says yes without an angle. I just had to figure out what was up. 

Sure enough, it did not take long to know he had some ulterior motive. Normally, he walks too fast for me, and I either end up hanging on to his arm to slow him down or following behind him like a lackey. Today, he was going so slowly I told him it felt like I was "dragging an anchor behind me" as I walked. My normal 3.5 mph walk slowed to about 1.5 mph. 

"What's up?," I asked. "Every time I open Maps it crashes on me!" Since we do not need Maps to find the 7-mile bridge, I wondered just where he planned to go on this walk. I soon found out. Recently, our boating neighbors Sandy and Bill told him about an electronics store down a side street. His Maps activity related to searching for the street. I gave him my phone and told him to use my Maps app, so we could start moving faster.

Our walk to the bridge took us past all the usual sights. Unfortunately, as we neared the bridge, the stink of sun-dried sea grass greeted us along the path. Clark took some pictures on the return trip from the bridge.


7-Mile Bridge


Sailboats anchored near shore


Interesting "natural art"


Coconuts growing along path


Stacks of traps

Clark stopped to take a picture, and when he finished, I insisted he take a picture. I had spied a golf cart that I decided, after close inspection, looked to be a death trap should the owner ever have an accident. Though it did appear to have a seat belt of some sort, the passenger seat was a kid's wooden chair. I would hate to be the passenger. The driver's seat is supported by a 2x4 propping up the seat back. I shudder to think where that board would go in an accident - guaranteed it will not be pretty!


Unusual Golf Cart parked at local restaurant

I noticed some murals on our walk like the one below of a truck trailer painted with manatees,


Manatees Mural in Parking Lot


and this "Best Hookers in Town" tow truck with a beautiful water scene mural on the side.


Tow truck
(one of several) from a local business in Marathon

As we neared the marina, Clark looked for 20th street, and just before we got there, he took us across Route 1 to the opposite side of the highway to look for the electronics store Sandy had told him about. He did not plan to go into the business; he just wanted to scope it out. Just as well, since we arrived there at 12:45, and the store closed for the lunch hour from 12:00 to 1:00. 

While Clark looked at the store, my interest was captured by the tower next door. I could see what looked like a wire hanging down from the side of the tower and attached to the metal fence by the parking lot. I asked Clark why he thought the "wire" was there. 

As we stood there staring at the tower and talking, a man, who was eating his lunch out the back of his van, walked over to ask if we had an interest in the tower. He was there with his teammate to do repair work on the tower. The "wire" turned out to be a rope used to move tools up to his coworker way up at the top of the tower. The "generator" I thought the "wire" was attached to was actually their tool box! (We were standing a good distance away from it all.)

I quickly zoned out as Clark and the repairman talked about the equipment at the top of the tower. I heard some words I recognized like "Coast Guard" and "Phased Array". My primary take away from the discussion was that the Coast Guard related equipment sat at the top of the tower while cellphone technology equipment was located at a lower level on the tower.

Looking up at the tower, I asked the guy "How do you climb up there? Where are the stairs?" He pointed out the bars sticking out on one side of one of the supports. I stated that I thought they must have nerves of steel to climb up that way. He laughed and said, "This isn't even one of the tall ones!" After talking for several minutes, we thanked him for educating us and said our farewells as we went our separate ways.


There is a man at the tippy top of this tower
working on repairing Coast Guard equipment.


30 December 2020
No boat travel.

The weather today was bizarre! We had bright sun followed by sprinkles that blossomed into a downpour multiple times. When it looked like we might get a break, we got as far as the boat rail for an intended walk around the marina only to be hit by sprinkles yet again. When it, yet again, turned into a full-blown rain, we were glad we were still on the boat. Finally, we gave up on the walk idea. Clark pulled out his FSR to clean rust spots from the boat while I pulled out my acrylic paints to try my hand at painting an osprey and a pelican. 

Last year, some folks at the marina got together and made Christmas ornaments for the office tree. Clark popped in and took a couple of pictures. By searching this way and that on the pictures, I did eventually find the ornament for "Sunset Delight".


Handmade ornaments

Tree in the dockmaster's office

At 6:00 Clark came in from his cleaning work wanting to watch the local news on my laptop. I had been using it to display my art subject matter while I painted. Since it was high time I quit to begin dinner, I packed up my supplies and put them to one side to continue my pictures another day. The osprey needs work, and the pelican is only a pencil sketch so far.


31 December 2020 - New Year's Eve
No boat travel.

We have never been so happy to be rid of one year and welcome in the next as we are this year. Sadly, with all the end-of-year partying going on, it is unlikely that the beginning of 2021 will be any better than the end of 2020. Still we have hope things will improve in the new year!

In need of running some errands, I convinced Clark to pull out the bicycles this morning and go with me to the post office, drug store, and Winn Dixie to get some much-needed supplies. As we prepared to leave, our boat neighbor Sandy said she could take me to the store later in the day if I needed a ride. Since I wanted to go to the post office and Walgreens as well as the grocery store, I told Clark that I still wanted to take the bike ride. Besides needing supplies, I needed the exercise.

Sandy said she could take me to the store sometime after 2:00. When we got to the post office it had a sign saying it would close at 2:00 due to the holiday. That made me glad that I rode my bike instead of putting it off until later. 

At all three places we stopped, Clark waited outside with the bikes while I ran in to get what I needed. The post office was ultra fast given I just wanted to drop some cards in the mail slot. At Walgreens, I quickly found what I needed but had a line at the register to get through before I could get out of the store. At Winn Dixie, I found the store more crowded than usual. They had a DJ blasting music, and it appeared he was giving out prizes such as trips to the Deli though that was only a guess on my part based on what I heard in his announcements. I did not spend time trying to figure out how one entered to win a prize as I wanted out of there as quickly as possible.

When I went to pay, I used the self checkout to save time. The music and the words of the DJ were so loud that I could only hope that the voice on the self checkout was telling me I was doing great and to continue swiping my barcodes!

Later, Sandy did take me back to Winn Dixie to pick up some raw meat and canned goods that I did not feel like dragging back in a backpack even if Clark would be the one toting it home. When we returned somewhere close to 3:00, the DJ was packing up the last of his equipment and leaving the store. Yay! The crowd was gone and so was he.

When I got done with stowing groceries, I took out a boat hook and "raked the sea grass" caught between "L'Attitude Adjustment" and our boat. The north wind pushes it in and packs it down so tight that it cannot leave on its own. When a southerly wind appears, like today, I use a boat hook to give the grass a helping hand on making its departure. If allowed to remain, it rots over time, starts to stink, and makes my allergies go into overdrive.

I probably spent an hour out there raking. I did not notice I was getting a blister on my thumb until it popped open.  I am wounded, but it was definitely worth it. For the moment, I am exceedingly pleased with the lack of sea grass around our boats. Alas, as soon as the north wind returns so will the sea grass. 

While I was busy "raking the grass", Clark spent time visiting a boat in the marina where the owner had trouble with his autopilot. Clark took his bag of tricks with him to investigate. He did what he could do safely given the pandemic. When he returned, he said that more analysis would be needed.

Rocking in the New Year did not appeal to me. Even though Faro Blanco had a party going on, I did not feel comfortable roaming the marina in a crowd albeit smaller than any prior year. We turned on the Dick Clark New Year's Eve party and promptly turned it off again. A few days ago, I picked up a DVD that a fellow boater had contributed to the give-away table at the marina; Clark suggested we watch that. It has 3 movies on one DVD ... "The Librarian: ..." series. It was way more entertaining that I anticipated at the beginning of the movie. 

Part way through the movie Clark ran off to see who was around and found some folks to talk to for a while. He left me wondering if I should continue watching the movie without him. I waited and eventually he returned, but briefly, to grab something off the boat and take off again. When he came back the next time, he stayed and we got to see the end of the movie.  We agreed that one of the series was enough for tonight as we had one eye / ear open for the marina new year activities.

Instead, we watched a movie we have both seen in the past, "Miss Congeniality", just to pass time until 12:00 when the anchor would drop from the top of the lighthouse. One benefit of having the boat bow in to the dock is that we could stand in the cockpit and see the lighthouse and party goings on without leaving the boat. 

Shortly before 12:00, we saw flashes of light inside the lighthouse as someone, presumably with a flashlight, made their way to the top of the lighthouse in preparation of lowering the anchor! While waiting for the anchor to drop, Clark took some night photos and videos. 


Neighboring boat - "Morning Star II" 
decorated for the season

Clark decorated our boat for the holidays, but he has not taken any pictures to prove it. Being inside the boat at night, we don't usually get to enjoy the lights he has set up.

Just before midnight, we heard Auld Lang Syne and the anchor started its descent. 


There goes 2020; Welcome 2021

As the new year came in, we could see fireworks from both sides of our boat - one from our marina and one set from the hotel next door.






Even with all the activities today, Clark managed to capture the SPOD - Sunset Picture of the Day!


Goodbye 2020


2020 was not all bad!! The number one best part of 2020 ... getting another beautiful grandchild! Zoe was born in February 2020. She lives in Idaho. Hopefully, one of these days we will actually get to see her in person! So far, it has been photos and video chats only.


Zoe Woodworth


1 January 2021
No boat travel.

I finished the two bird paintings today. Clark went and helped the boater with the electrical problems on his boat.