So every afternoon when the shadows grow long, we meander up to the flybridge where our daily ritual begins. We set up our little nest, complete with the RDA of wine, cheese and olives (I checked with my doctor. He said daily glasses of wine are actually heart healthy!) and wait for the horn blowers to start their rackets. The cacophony begins as the bottom arc of the sun touches the surface of the water. Within seconds, the groundswell of conch blowers grows to a fevered pitch. The noise is almost deafening. For almost a full minute they celebrate the end of the day....or in my case the midpoint of HH.
So in the spirit of local customs, I am trying to convince Kim to join me in starting a new tradition here in Boot Key Harbor. We have found ourselves getting up much earlier in the morning than we did back in Ohio. (I think it is mostly a function of going to bed at nine p.m. as almost everyone does around here.) My thought was that we should also celebrate the beginning of the day with a ceremonial blowing of the air horn.... no conch shells for me, thank you. Precisely at first light, I want for everyone to go outside and make some noise. If someone doesn't have an air horn they can use the ship's horn (or the horn on their car if they slept there overnight). It doesn't matter what is used as long as its noisy.
Kim was doubtful that this 'new tradition' would gain much traction. As a matter of fact, she informed me that if she heard our air horn making any noise at all, she would start her own tradition. She said it would be called 'unhappy hour' and like our afternoon ritual, it would be daily and last often longer than one hour.
I thought you might enjoy a short film of the views from our mooring here in Marathon. Just click on the link to see a short clip of the surrounding area.