On Saturday morning we moved over to a mooring. In looking over the weather, tides and current forecasts it looked like the 9:15a bridge opening was going to be easiest. After some line wrangling Heather backed right out cleanly. We called the bridge and waited for the next opening. Over in the mooring field Heather pointed us right into what little wind there was and stopped right over the ball, making my job pretty easy.
After getting settled there we lifted the dinghy off the foredeck, loaded up the outboard, and scooted across to the other side. We were off to the last weekend of the Florida Renaissance Festival. We went to to the Arizona Ren Fest for at least the first 10 years they had them but then seemed to lose interest. When Ded Bob acquired a younger and squeakier, less cranky and lechy squire much of the appeal for me was lost. We hadn't been to one in a long time.
These-days there was a weird stream of Harry Potter themes mixed in. I'm not sure some of the kids knew what the Renaissance was but it didn't seem to affect their enjoyment. Since it was in the middle of a large metropolitan area it was in a city park instead of a remote but permanent, ever growing facility like in AZ. On the other had, mature trees and lots of shade was a big plus.
There were lots of interesting costumes.
We went to the fighting for the first time in ages.
Heather went to the bird show while I hung out in the shade next to the mews. Maybe next year I could be a bird umbrella holder. Heather's favorite part was the glassblowing exhibition.
On Sunday I hooked up the bbq for the first time since Marathon last summer. We cooked up some skirt steak after marinating it in some Pirates Gold. So good.
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