April 23, 2020 – We decided to take our time getting started for our transit of the Miami-Ft Lauderdale stretch of the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway, so we lifted anchor at about 8:30. We had hoped that perhaps the weather would be favorable for a run ‘outside’ in the ocean, rather than the AICW, but it was pretty windy out of the E-SE, with waves project o be 3-5 feet. Nope, not for us, so we would go up ‘the inside’.
What we found was pretty atypical for this stretch, notorious for miles and miles of jammed, hectic, raucous boat traffic, squeezing and rushing through the many no-wake zones, and either rushing or having to wait for the dozens of bridges that must open if you are too tall to fit under.


It was empty. No boats. At all. For the first 5 miles, until a big yacht (Sweet Emocean) pulled out in front of us at the Venetian Causeway bridge, after which we followed him for a while. So, it was we two. And no others. That made navigation pretty easy, although generally it’s just keep the reds on the left, and the greens on the right, (other than the exceptions, I know).

Some bridges will open when you call them, but most will open if you call them, but only at particular times, like on the hour and half hour. Or on the quarter hour and three-quarter hour. Or on the hour, and 20 and 40 past the hour. Our big yacht leader was gracious enough to let us pass, at one point, since we were going to be able to fit under a handful of the bridges ahead without needing them to lift, whereas he would have to adjust his travel speed slower to get under on their schedules.

Between Miami and Fort Lauderdale we came across an industrial port – the container ship loading crane was interesting, but one ship was really unique. So your yacht is in Florida, but you’d really like to cruise the Mediterranean once this coronavirus thing blows over? Just load it up!



Well, there are yachts, and then there are Yachts, A lot of them, here in Fort Lauderdale.






We actually made fairly good time, due to the light traffic, but decided to anchor in early afternoon, especially after the Captain got a bit testy about an AIS alarm that kept beeping. Showers and thunderstorms were forecast in the evening as well, and we wanted to make sure that we had a good safe spot to drop the hook. Every anchorage that we had seen (and urban/suburban anchorages are…interesting) had quite a few boats, and we didn’t want to push too far and then have to take what was left over.
Catamaran sailboats seem to prefer the one we found, with three large ones there when we arrived, and another arriving before sunset. With three other sailboats as well, we felt the odd man out, as the only powerboat. Other than some folks who came around to social distance in day boats.
















































































