My sailor son, Mike
A few years back my thirty something son Mike, decided to leave the hustle and bustle of New York for the simpler life of a sailor. He headed back to Florida with savings in hand to purchase a sail boat that would become his new home. After searching the state he found her in St. Augustine. She was a thirty something (in size),with lots of teak inside and out. A very classy lady who was manufactured by the boat maker Tartan. He and another sailor sailed her down and around the tip of Florida to rest in a slip in Marco Island, Florida.
Macro Island Bridge
This past weekend I decided it was time for a visit to the island. You have two ways to get to the island, either by boat or by driving over this very long bridge. After a 4 1/2 hour drive and not having a boat, I chose the bridge to arrive by.
Marco Island Yacht Club
At the base of the bridge on Marco Island sits the Yacht Club. Mike was fortunate enough to find a live aboard slip there. Not many marinas have them.
Dock Masters Office. Check out the mail box.
Right now, it's a quiet place with the winter tourists yet to come. I did see Flipper sunning himself by the pool while I was there and a jelly fish floated by as we sat and talked on the boat. Nice and peaceful, just the way Mike likes it. During the week, he drives into the hustle and bustle of Naples a nearby town to work as a Cabinet Designer of sorts.
I always have a hard time saying good bye but plan on visiting him again at Thanksgiving were I will be blessed to see him again but we won't be as blessed with the peacefulness, as the winter tourists will have arrived.
Mike has taught me that if you work hard enough, and believe in your dreams, they can come true. Such an inspiration, my sailor son Mike is to me.
May the wind fill your sails and take you away, (love you Mike)
P.S. I'd like to add that he is my Single Sailor Son....