I was on the bridge looking south across Newfound harbor when this flotilla of small boats materialized, coming straight at me. It looked like a race. 
The little white fiberglass boats rushed off ahead leaving the rather majestic, by comparison, Little Palm ferry. The whole Little Palm experience starts with the launch service from Little Torch Key.
I haven't been to Little Palm in while but I did write up this essay the last time my wife and I went:http://conchscooter.blogspot.com/2008/09/sheer-decadence.htmlIn the photo below you can see Little Palm Island as a distant smear and the southeast corner of Little Torch in the foreground. It's not a long ferry ride, no more than 15 minutes and it is relaxing enough I wouldn't mind if it were longer.
Sometimes when I stand on a bridge and watch the boats plough by underneath me I wonder if they look up and think" Poor guy, stuck on land..." and I myself wonder if I will ever go back to living on the water, Or, more accurately if i will go back to living on a boat voluntarily.
As it stands my little 14-foot skiff is refurbished and ready to go back in the water. These days that's all I need, a solid motor, a smooth hull, no electronics or lights, and a body of smooth open water to fly across at twenty miles an hour. Then we toss out the anchor my wife and I and go for a swim with the wide open water and sky as a backdrop to our salt water swimming pool. Just like this:
Devoid of boats as suddenly as they appeared, the protected waters of Newfound Harbor go flat and inviting once again. I think I'd envy the boats if I didn't have my Dusky 14 at home at my dock. If you think you might have a small fortune to spare ($1500 a night in the winter season I'm told) you could try rubbing shoulders with the one percent of Americans who are making out like bandits in this Depression and can still afford to indulge themselves at Little Palm. http://www.littlepalmisland.com/ Or do as I do and go for brunch once in every while, expensive but doable and quite delicious.
The little white fiberglass boats rushed off ahead leaving the rather majestic, by comparison, Little Palm ferry. The whole Little Palm experience starts with the launch service from Little Torch Key. 
I haven't been to Little Palm in while but I did write up this essay the last time my wife and I went:http://conchscooter.blogspot.com/2008/09/sheer-decadence.htmlIn the photo below you can see Little Palm Island as a distant smear and the southeast corner of Little Torch in the foreground. It's not a long ferry ride, no more than 15 minutes and it is relaxing enough I wouldn't mind if it were longer.Sometimes when I stand on a bridge and watch the boats plough by underneath me I wonder if they look up and think" Poor guy, stuck on land..." and I myself wonder if I will ever go back to living on the water, Or, more accurately if i will go back to living on a boat voluntarily.
As it stands my little 14-foot skiff is refurbished and ready to go back in the water. These days that's all I need, a solid motor, a smooth hull, no electronics or lights, and a body of smooth open water to fly across at twenty miles an hour. Then we toss out the anchor my wife and I and go for a swim with the wide open water and sky as a backdrop to our salt water swimming pool. Just like this: 
Devoid of boats as suddenly as they appeared, the protected waters of Newfound Harbor go flat and inviting once again. I think I'd envy the boats if I didn't have my Dusky 14 at home at my dock. If you think you might have a small fortune to spare ($1500 a night in the winter season I'm told) you could try rubbing shoulders with the one percent of Americans who are making out like bandits in this Depression and can still afford to indulge themselves at Little Palm. http://www.littlepalmisland.com/ Or do as I do and go for brunch once in every while, expensive but doable and quite delicious.
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