Day 7: March 11, 2018
We
awoke to the lost hour of daylight savings time. Our bodies were telling us that it was only
5:30 but my phone said it was 6:30. However, we are thankful that the rains
have stopped, and the forecast is for the afternoon temperature to reach 80.
We
began our day with bacon, eggs, and toast.
The picture that's worth a thousand words. - A cold start |
We cast off our shore lines at 10:00
and with Damn Dink Too in tow, we
headed out into the Caloosahatchee River one last time as we begin our
adventure south. The haze had yet to
burn off and the winds were nonexistent, so the river was glass. That didn’t last long, however. It is Sunday and all of the weekend boater hit
the wide open waterways which allows for screaming speed and tremendous wakes. At times, the trip from Fort Myers to Estro
Island, on and around which is Fort Myers Beach, reminded
us of traveling I-95
on a spring break weekend. This whole
area is tremendously built up.
The coast is lined with these buildings |
Our
route took us along Matanzas Pass which runs between Estero Island and the
mainland. In the Ft. Myers Beach area,
there is a huge mooring field in which are parked hundreds of boats. The last time we were here, we were amazed by
the number of abandoned derelict boats in this
area. It appears that some authority has cleaned
house because we saw no boats that appeared to be abandoned. There were, however, a number of them that
had been tucked back into various nooks as
we passed south of the city.
We did see a number of nice boats in the anchorage. |
Approaching
the south eastern end of Estero Island, we had a decision. From the end to Marco Island, there is no
inland passage so we either passed through the Big Carlos Pass and into the
open Gulf or we seek out a anchorage and spend the night. It was approaching 3:00 when we arrived at
Big Carlos so we opted to
call it a day.
We swung east into the huge Estero Bay searching for just that right
spot. Amazingly, this big expanse of water
is for the most part no more than a couple of feet deep. We followed a narrow windy channel fairly
deep into the bay where we found a small island behind which we were well
protected from the wind. Burgers cooken' on the grill |
We
broke out the grill and created some fine burgers that we accompanied with cheesy
grits. After dinner, we put the Honda engine onto Damn Dink Too and went exploring.
The first island to the east of our anchorage turned out to be Mound
Key. As we approached the island, we saw
and entered a small passage that appeared to go nowhere in particular. Probably 50 yards, the passage turned to the
right into a
small opening where, on the shore, was a sign informing all comers
that this is an archeological site. While we were checking out the sign, a
small fishing boat with two young couples joined us and told us that the island
has a trail and kiosks describing the history.
We decided to take off our shoes and wade onto the island for a bit of
exercise.
Passage into Mound Key |
The
first inhabitants of the island were the Calusa who are assumed to be descendants
of the first people to have arrived in Florida about 12,000 years ago. By the time the Spanish arrived in the 1500’s, the Calusa society had been established for some 2000 years with a well
developed government and religion.
Photo of Cuban Rancho settlement |
The Spanish
attempted to convert them to Christianity, however, their will was evidently strong
and they were able to resist. As tensions built, the Calusa finally decided to
burn their villages and leave, followed soon thereafter by the Spanish.
In
the 1700s, Cuban fishermen of Spanish descent came to the island and
established Cuban Ranchos. The native
Americans that remained joined the Cubans and became known as Spanish
Indians. These peoples are considered to
be a true creole culture and the ancestors of the Spanish Indians of Florida
today.
There
were no obvious signs of past civilization on Mound Key today.
It was a pleasant walk on the crushed shell
path. We did see a number of interesting
plants including huge stands of long “leaved” cactus. We also came upon a flight of delicate black
and yellow butterflies. I attempted to take a picture but they were quite shy.
Back
at the boat, we cleaned up the dinner dishes and hit the sack at around 9:00
new time.
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