With nowhere to go for two days I was able to just hang on the boat, work, and… nope, that’s about it. No people came through, no going ashore, no swimming. Just quiet—except for the water being released from Lake Okeechobee. The morning that the railroad bridge opened up, the … Read More
Florida… Again.
Storms blew in and blew out, and pretty soon it was time to make our run across the Gulf Stream back to Florida. A few hours later we were in Fort Lauderdale, and as always seems to happen—like a sign—when we return to the States, a squall popped up. We … Read More
