Interceptor Lake

Looking forward at our anchorage at Interceptor Lake. Note that we've taken the "window" out of our dodger. It was SO hot and we were appreciative of any bit of breeze we could get into our cockpit.

Our final anchorage this winter was in Interceptor Lake, accessible through a series of canals that winds its way through a (failed?) housing development. We motored about 3 miles over the course of a couple of hours (we were going VERY slow due to the very shallow depths!) through narrow (did I say “shallow?”) canals, bordered by flat scrub land with lots of southern pines. This area is known as the Rotondo development. There are some areas that have been developed with homes, but until we made our way out of the “lake” the street signs we saw lead nowhere.

Our afternoon and evening at Interceptor Lake felt as much of a wilderness anchorage as the entrance to the Little Shark River. We were told that it was a freshwater lake, though folks we met around Charlotte Harbor expressed doubt at that claim. While Ron was running our dinghy engine free of fuel, I checked by licking my wet hand; I didn’t taste any salt, very unlike other days when the salt spray clung to our skin, hair, and clothing. You could get quite a salt kick by just licking your arm!

Thyme Hyssop & Wry was the only boat anchored in the lake, if you don’t count the vacant boat that was anchored and aground on the other side of the lake from us. By dusk, the woods around us were alive with the sounds of animals nearby. We saw our first boar (with large tusks!) that came down to the water’s edge for a drink (which likely proves that it is fresh water). As the sun set on the horizon, we both made one final conch horn blow to celebrate the sun’s set. As the sky grew dark, the night sky filled with stars. It was a wonderful way to end our winter cruise.–jes


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