The last few days have been all about the miles.  We've had two 50 mile days. That may not sound like much, but when you're going 4 to 5 knots an hour it makes for a looooong day.  On the second day a cold front moved in (did you know it could be 2 degrees celsius in Florida?) and we got caught in a lightning storm after dark.  Sitting on the water with a giant metal pole standing 50 feet in the air.... sucks.  The swells were ten feet and the wind was blowing 25 knots.  Matt took the helm, Wookie went in his crate, and I was ordered to stand on the bow with a spotlight looking for obstructions such as markers and crab pots.  Let me take a minute to express my disdain for crab pots.  I mean, I love crab as much as the next pescatarian, but when a line from a crab trap catches on your propeller and you are trying to cut it loose with a steak knife - you're hooped!

So, I kept my post.  That is until it started raining more heavily, and then I called veto and asked Matt to trade places.  That's when it really poured.  Poor Matt.

Our spotlight was running out of power just as we were approaching the shore.  We tied up to the fuel dock, and after twelve cold and wet hours on the water we decided to stay put the next day, go over our charts and to try to plan a more manageable course for the next leg.

And we rode bikes!