So we left Snook Bight Marina a little later than expected but it didn't matter anyway. We waited at Big Carlos Pass bridge for what we thought was a passing band that turned out to last all day. We did not want to head out into the choppy gulf conditions, so we didn't. We had a lazy day.
Even in a protected bay we had a "fire drill" that evening. We were inside reading and watching laptop videos when we noticed that we were getting alarmingly close to an island in the bay. Our anchor was dragging. I tore down the hatch boards and in my haste to get the motor and rudder down I busted my pinky toe on a latch im the cockpit. Only a little blood but it hurt like a sob. It definitely made the situation 10x worse.
We tried tossing the anchor out again (which had become tangled while retrieving) but it didn't hold again.
We motored aimlessly up the channel until we finally found a spot that was deep enough to anchor and had enough space around us. Luckily the anchor held this time and we made it through the night.
Now hell or high water we head out to Marco Island.
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