Moore Haven to Ft. Myers: Throughout this shakedown (baptismal by fire) cruise there were many mixed emotions. One side of me was waiting for the big calamity to go off in the engine room or someplace else that I didn’t even know existed – while the other side of me was totally absorbed by the beauty of the trip. The quiet Caloosahatchee was one of those places where you just want the trip to go on and on. The word serene was created for just this sort of place. Long stretches of quiet water, cows standing on the water’s edge, homes with deep plush lawns, and every imaginable way one could think to dock a boat exists on the Caloosahatchee. Spotted by the few locks for passage, this was one sweet ride. Americana exists in so many places, and it was not spared on this river to Ft. Myers.
