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2012-07-14 tl;dr: I am sick of sailing, so I stopped in Steinhatchee where scallops are a big deal. I have come to the conclusion that I hate sailing. But because I'm a glutton for punishment, maybe I'll try it again in a few years. In a real sailboat. With autopilot. And a bed.After spending the entire morning fighting wind and tide, I covered a paltry thirteen miles and ended up in Steinhatchee. I was hoping to make it to Cedar Key. But I am so entirely sick of sailing that I will stop here and pay Steinhatchee's scallop-season prices. Scallops are a big deal here in Steinhatchee. Sort of like cheese in Monroe, or crayfish in Baton Rouge, or lobster in Maine, or pizza in New York. To be honest, I had never exercised the curiosity to discover what a scallop even was before now. I thought it was some sort of small fish. It's more of a clam. The water here tastes of sulfur. Interestingly, a slice of lemon goes a long way toward negating it. |
 Steinhatchee  Sunset Place Condos  from Roy's Restaurant  parked boats at the Sea Hag Marina  waiting for yet another squall to pass  out my back window |