December 5, 2013 As we
approach Marker 1 Marina in Dunedin, FL, having departed Tarpon Springs early
afternoon in keeping with the tide (gee, another something to factor in now),
we have a bridge approaching. Or rather, we are approaching the bridge.
Clay
radioes/intercom's me as I'm inside the salon (he, on the fly bridge) and says,
'come up here.' I obey. His "Do we go under the bridge?" (Duh, of
course we go under the bridge; Marker 1 is on the other side), meant "Do
we FITunder the bridge?" NOW MIND YOU...we are approaching the bridge at
usual cruising speed of 9.0 mph and now within 4-5' of going UNDER (or not).
Stress? YOU BET! Should we not have checked this out BEFORE where we are now? I
spy the 19' min on the bridge marker, having ÑO CLUE (hey, I like that Spanish
accent mark that just appeared on this silly tablet...it's appropriate) as to
what that means, but taking a good guess that clearance is 19' and POINT ÌT OUT
(where are all of these accent marks coming from????), then Clay picks up the
laminated spec sheet on the SaSea Sally and notes we are 20'4". HELLO.
Panic city.
Then he says, "Well, that's at the tapered ends. How are we
looking?" as we pass under. HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!!! I SWEAR HE DID!
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