We were anchored at Rodriguez key waiting to cross the to the Bahamas.  Somehow we got out of bed at 1:30 am, pulled our anchor and headed out into the black.

I'd say we had a healthy dose of nervousness considering that we were about to see ocean on all sides for about fourteen hours of our crossing (and that we were entering part of the bermuda triangle).  The route took us through the gulf stream, a 50 mile wide river in the ocean.  It has a current of about 4 knots and is scary deep.  The swells were pretty big, at least to us.  We kept wondering to ourselves, "how did we end up here?".  It was too rough to make any meals so we snacked on salteen crackers all day.  We also discovered that using the head in 10 foot swells involves getting pee all over yourself.  Hey, it beats falling overboard!

Landfall came at about 4pm, and it was a relief.  I yelled, "Land Ho" and Marianne was like, "what did you call me?" 

We made it!  I know, we didn't think we would either!  

So what do we blog about now?