We Meet "Deputy Dog"

Monday, was an interesting day. As we mentioned in the previous blog, we had anchored out and thought everything was snug as we went to bed. Fortunately we kept the GPS turned on and set what is called a anchor alarm, never figuring that we would need it. It's designed to sound an alarm if we moved out of our anchored position. Well about 4:30 am the alarm sounded and we found that our plow anchor and chain did not hold very well in the fine sand of Florida. Of course there were winds of 20 knots and higher gusts. We were able to use the anchor to move into deeper water. But we were up, so after a quick breakfast, we were heading up the waterway at 7am.

Figuring that we had our excitement for the day, by noon we were moving through Jupiter Island and apparently going too fast in a Manatee zone. These zones are everywhere and usually poorly marked. The water patrol came roaring up to us north of town in a very narrow channel area, tied up alongside and began demanding paperwork. He was an over zealous fellow, who even carried a weapon. It took over an hour get our lecture and citation. We docked that evening in Ft. Pierce with a speed zone ticket and much frustration.