We waited for the fog to lift prior to departing Dog River Marina.
In Mobile Bay, the Miss Brina was busy fishing, with birds always in waiting.
After crossing the glassy-calm Bay, we slipped into the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway.
One of the reasons we enjoy the Intracoastal is the dolphins, which didn’t disappoint us, as they joined us almost immediately.
They seem to get a kick out of playing in our wake. If we aren’t paying attention, they smack their bodies sideways on the water until we watch them.
It was a calm, beautiful day, the first day we have been in bare feet in months.
We must be getting close to Florida, as the shoreline is now peppered with condo developments and marinas.
Here, we see some homeowners who haven’t yet repaired their docks from Hurricane Ivan in 2004. Note the pile of destroyed dock boards heaped up on the shore.
This house has a sunning porch on the upper deck, with access provided by a ladder running up the roof.
Here we leave Alabama and enter Florida. We haven’t been in the state since April.
Near Pensacola, we can see the Gulf through this pass. In 1513, Spanish explorer Ponce de Leon landed near here. The city has changed hands 17 times in its history, governed alternately by Spain, France, England, the Confederacy and the US.
This unusual lighthouse (complete with a reported ghost of a past lightkeeper!) is on the Pensacola Naval Air Station base. Today, Pensacola is a Navy town and flourishing center for tourism and recreation.
Further on, these sailors were having a wonderful late-day cruise on the protected Intracoastal.
We decided to anchor for the night in Little Sabine Bay, a very protected spot. The water tanks marking the entrance were brightly painted in the local motif. The bay itself reminded us of Factory Bay in Marco Island, as it was about ankle-deep shallow in the middle, yet navigable all around the rim. We found a nice spot and got the hook down just before dark.
In Mobile Bay, the Miss Brina was busy fishing, with birds always in waiting.
After crossing the glassy-calm Bay, we slipped into the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway.
One of the reasons we enjoy the Intracoastal is the dolphins, which didn’t disappoint us, as they joined us almost immediately.
They seem to get a kick out of playing in our wake. If we aren’t paying attention, they smack their bodies sideways on the water until we watch them.
It was a calm, beautiful day, the first day we have been in bare feet in months.
We must be getting close to Florida, as the shoreline is now peppered with condo developments and marinas.
Here, we see some homeowners who haven’t yet repaired their docks from Hurricane Ivan in 2004. Note the pile of destroyed dock boards heaped up on the shore.
This house has a sunning porch on the upper deck, with access provided by a ladder running up the roof.
Here we leave Alabama and enter Florida. We haven’t been in the state since April.
Near Pensacola, we can see the Gulf through this pass. In 1513, Spanish explorer Ponce de Leon landed near here. The city has changed hands 17 times in its history, governed alternately by Spain, France, England, the Confederacy and the US.
This unusual lighthouse (complete with a reported ghost of a past lightkeeper!) is on the Pensacola Naval Air Station base. Today, Pensacola is a Navy town and flourishing center for tourism and recreation.
Further on, these sailors were having a wonderful late-day cruise on the protected Intracoastal.
We decided to anchor for the night in Little Sabine Bay, a very protected spot. The water tanks marking the entrance were brightly painted in the local motif. The bay itself reminded us of Factory Bay in Marco Island, as it was about ankle-deep shallow in the middle, yet navigable all around the rim. We found a nice spot and got the hook down just before dark. 
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