Episode 4: Outbound! Down the Chesapeake Bay

Learning how to heave-to while reefing the main, dolphins on our bow, hit 8.3 knots while surfing downwind, attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.


Virginia in our Wake, Carolina on our Bow


Episode 1: Reflections on a Refit


The Bonnie Boat Sailing Podcast is the audio adaptation of this very website, with some reflections borne by the benefit of hindsight thrown in for good measure. It is my intention to get the podcast rolling with the story of our ICW trip and eventually begin to expand the scope with more sailing-related content.

Check it out on iTunes, let me know what you think!










657 AM EDT TUE MARCH 29 2016 


Greetings from Gloucester, Virginia! We’ve been back for about 6 weeks now, and I admit dear reader, that I have been avoiding you. I’ve been avoiding writing of our homecoming, of our last days on the boat, I’ve been avoiding trying to sum up our trip. I’ve been avoiding the finality of it. So off with the band aid! We left Elizabeth City, were spoiled sequentially by the crews of “Oceanus” and “Rejoice,” we had an appropriately rainy trip up the Dismal Swamp Canal, we had a great visit with Ryan’s Uncle Brooks and Aunt Lisa in Portsmouth, and as the radio transcript above suggests, we had a bumpy ride out Hampton Roads and up the Chesapeake Bay.

Upon our return to Mobjack Bay, we had a wonderful reunion with Ryan’s family, we were spoiled by the hospitality of friends, and we were warmed by the company of all. Cause all of a sudden it got pretty damn cold. And then, I went back to work, Ryan began looking for work, we moved into a new house, we bought furniture. At times it feels like we never left. Some nights I still wake up to check the anchor. In our bed in our house. Cut the lights…




South Mills Lock


Motoring North on the Dismal Swamp Canal



Ryan, the voice of radio “Firefly”


“Firefly” and “Rejoice.” We were treated to a wonderful Easter meal aboard, thanks guys!


The anchorage on the Lafayette River, Halloween 2015. Southbound


26420388141_befb4ae2bf_c Portsmouth!


Chesapeake Bay aftermath. Definitely should have tied that down, and that, and that…


“Firefly’s” Old-New Home at Compass Marina! Fantastico!


“Firefly’s” New-New Home at Mobjack Bay Marina! Inexpensive-O! (also very nice)(but not quite fantastico)


Free Dinghy Rides!


East River, Mobjack Bay


Gun-shy or lazy? Finally had to shake out that 2nd reef


Poor Bug


But in consolation, she gets her own themed beer! Courtesy of Ryan’s dad Joe.


Fig. 12 From the yacht “Aleutka,” photo courtesy of J from Chickadee, who shares my obsession with obscure small yachts, like “Aleutka.” Also, the real lesson of the trip, see below.

I think the lesson* of this trip has been to live in the moment. (*see Fig. 12) The process of getting ready for an adventure is one of expectation, of planning, of forethought. The process of enjoying an adventure is to discard those expectations and allow the journey to take its course. I think. The tension between mindfulness and anticipation is what makes living afloat so beguiling. I love sailing because it forces you to be in the moment, to pay attention to your environment. Meanwhile, life on the water demands forethought and preparation. As we rounded the corner out of the Lafayette River and into Hampton Roads proper, we used all the tricks we had learned these past months to keep “Firefly” moving upwind into the swell. There were several moments in the swirling confluence of the James River, Chesapeake Bay, and the wide Atlantic winds we both considered turning around and trying again another (calmer) day. But “Firefly” could take it, she had taken us this far, and the only flaws she revealed were flaws within ourselves. “Trust the boat” you hear people say. I trust “Firefly,” and at the mouth of Hampton Roads we started to get our mojo back. I trusted myself, I trusted my work on the boat. I trusted Ryan, and she trusted me.  We made our way out the shipping channel and made our turn North. With seas on the beam we rolled heavily, but the more favorable point of sail sped us on our way. By the time we were abreast the York River things were moderating, and when the light at New Point Comfort hove in sight, we were rolling downwind, giddy, unbelieving. We tied up “Firefly,” and walked to our friends Jess and Jared’s house. We had made it home.


Hand on the tiller, eye on the wind, and mind on the horizon…



On Sounds, Rivers, Bays, and Creeks

Aboard a small sailboat, the winds and seas define the experience. Waves are children of the winds, and the winds are capricious. When talking with other sailors, it’s interesting to see the breadth of different feelings towards different bodies of water. What the weather is doing on any one day colors your perception of place…we met many folks who had uncomfortable days on any one stretch of the ICW, where we had benign sunny skies and following winds. Of course the opposite is true as well. We recall with trepidation stretches which others remember with fondness.  During our trip South, we were fortunate to have settled weather during the majority of our open-water crossings (Chesapeake Bay not withstanding). Sailors speak of the Alligator River and Albemarle Sound with a shiver, we had uneventful crossings southbound. Anchorages suffer the same fate, Pine Island, Grahams Creek, Long Key were incident pits trying to break our stuff. In settled weather, they are bucolic and serene.

Before we left, Jim Wagner of Regent Point Marina showed me a poster on the wall of his office. It reads “The superior sailor uses his superior judgement to avoid using his superior skills.” Discretion is the better part of valor. It’s taken me just about the entire trip to really learn this. That being said, if you wait for superior conditions, you will never leave the dock. So when NOAA was calling for SW 10-15 kts, 1 foot seas on the Albemarle, we knew we couldn’t wait for much better (Despite the foreknowledge that NOAA almost always underestimates, or so it seems to us anyway).

We made our way North up the Alligator River and through the opening bridge. That was our first hurdle of the day, the bridge doesn’t open in winds of 35 mph or more, or on the bridge tenders discretion. We’ve heard tales of the bridge not opening in 25 mph winds…which would necessitate a 20 mile beat to windward back to the nearest protected anchorage. We were very relieved to have light winds and an open bridge. As we negotiated the river mouth, and raised our now habitually double-reefed main, the winds and seas began to pick up as expected. The truth of it is, even 1 foot seas are rather uncomfortable aboard our little boat. As we got out into the middle of the Albemarle, the wind shifted to the west, apparently funneling down the east-west axis of the sound. This set up a cross sea, with a chop from behind us from the Alligator River, and seas rolling down the length of the sound. Winds were the forecast 15 kts, but the gusts were enough to plunge the rail in the water even with our tiny scrap of sail up. “Firefly” likes to sail leaned over, no doubt. We motorsailed on, and after about an hour and a half of white knuckles and held breaths we got under the lee of some headlands about 8 miles distant, enough to check some of the larger waves. As we entered the Pasquotank River, the winds increased to 20+ kts, but by then we were in protected waters and “Firefly” put her shoulder down and fairly flew through the chop. We dodged crab pots disguised among the whitecaps. We joked and laughed in the lulls, happy to be safe. We tied up at the free docks in Elizabeth City, and fairly ran for a burger and some beers.

Experiences like this have given me a new-found understanding and respect for the small boat voyagers I consider my heroes. I can’t imagine taking a small boat in the ocean, and yet the allure is still there. Perhaps someday. Perhaps on OPB’s (Other People’s Boats) (or Other People’s Blogs). We are expecting North winds for a few days, so we have some time to leisurely make our way up the Dismal Swamp Canal and the Elizabeth River, and prepare for what will surely be a memorable sail up the Chesapeake Bay, and home.


A Bug’s Life

We’ve written several posts detailing our many adventures aboard “Firefly,” and now I’d like to share some of our adventures in and around our dinghy, “Bug.”



Chris and I built “Bug” ourselves, which was simultaneously stressful and amazing, if that makes any sense. Chris wrote a post back in October with some of the details, but at that point, we hadn’t even splashed her yet.

Chris and I picked a John Welsford design called “Scraps” for three reasons: 1. She’s pretty! 2. She’s small! 3. The plans said it would take about 18 hours to build (Ha!)! It took us at least three times that, mainly accounting for newbie errors, lack of proper tools, possibly exhaustion, etc.

Real quick, we used 4mm plywood for the topsides, 6mm plywood for the transoms and bottom. We used 1×1’s (ripped down to a slightly smaller size) for the gunwales and frames. We got all the materials at Lowes. We lofted the pieces on some marine plywood, cut out out the parts, put everything together, glassed it, painted it, and Chris added some corner braces.

I originally wanted to call her “Inara” after one of the characters in the show Firefly, but as soon as we started putting her together, I knew she was a “Bug.”


The moment we knew she was a “Bug!”

Once we finished building and painting, we had to install oar locks and find some oars. Paul, the Boatyard Manager at Regent Point Marina, where we kept “Firefly,” gave us a tip about having oar locks in two spots: One for when one person uses the boat, another for when two people do. The weight distribution changes dramatically, so you have to be in a different spot while rowing in each case. Thanks Paul! Chris found oars at a marine consignment store.

I was pretty terrified the first time we tried to get into the dinghy; I was sure we’d swamp her. I couldn’t relax at all. The first time I had fun in “Bug” was when Chris took me for a moonlight row around Locklies Creek (right near Regent Point Marina) on a flat calm evening. We had been so stressed out trying to get ready for the trip, to move out of our house, etc. It was so nice to hear the oars moving through the water and to see the waterscape in the moonlight.

And so, “Bug” just fits on the cabin top when we need her to, and is very light and easy to tow. We’ve had our fair share of adventures in the little boat, that’s for sure!

“Bug” on the cabin top vs. being towed. When she’s on the cabin top, we have to do what we call “boat yoga” to get down the companionway. When we tow bug, if we hit any kind of big wave or wake, we always yell “Hold on Bug!” 

Chris is the primary rower; he’s been rowing since he was a kid. I’ve really only tried once, and it was pretty laughable. So I’m pretty much cargo.


“Bug” and her motor.

Landing the dinghy can be an adventure depending on where we are. When we were anchored in Lake Worth, the dinghy landing area was pretty crowded. We had been told that dinghies were being stolen and that we definitely wanted to lock ours to the poles provided. However, upon landing, the tide was up past the poles. So Chris had to lock the dinghy and climb a wall to get to the little beach. After first dropping off the cargo on dry land of course!

Chris climbs to dry land. Cargo snaps photos.

Another time also in Lake Worth, after having a rollicking time with the crew of “Calista,” we were rowing back to “Firefly” (again, when I say “we,” I mean Chris!) and one of our oars broke in half (they are collapsable so they’re built to come apart) by accident… this was at 4am in what I would call a light chop. Luckily, Giles, captain of “Calista,” had decided to dinghy over to make sure we made it alright. We pointed at our oar half and yelled to him, and he zipped over, scooped it up, and then towed “Bug” back to “Firefly.” Thanks Giles!

On a related note: We keep our oars on “Firefly’s” cabin top when we are underway. This one time, when we were getting ready to pull into the St. Augustine Municipal Marina on a windy, choppy, nasty day, I was frantically running around trying to get docklines and fenders set up while trying to talk to the dockmaster on the VHF to figure out where they were going to put us. I (in my frenzied state) accidentally knocked an oar, just enough for it to go overboard. Chris, at the tiller, saw this happen, leaned over, and managed to scoop up the oar while we were moving!  Later, the guys in the dockmaster’s office were like “nice catch, man.”


This photo shows where the oars live.

We’ve also had to use the dinghy in less-than-ideal rowing conditions. For example, when we visited my brother in Titusville, we had to row back to our boat in a quite a nasty chop (against the wind of course) in the dark. This was the first time I really thought we might capsize. I was screaming obscenities at every wave that soaked us (and we did get pretty soaked), AND we weren’t sure which anchor light was ours… so it took us longer than usual to get back to the boat and dry clothes.

One thing that can be a little difficult with a hard dinghy vs. an inflatable is that when “Bug” bumps into “Firefly” both boats can be harmed, and the noise wakes us up. This usually happens if we have any kind of wind-against-tide phenomenon. “Firefly” with her full keel prefers to face into any current. “Bug,” being very light, gets blown around by the wind. So, if the wind is against the tide, “Bug” will get blown into the transom.  In that case, we usually pull her up to our hip and tie her there with a fender keeping her from bumping.

The night we were anchored out in a gale in Long Key Bight, “Bug” alerted us to the fact that we were dragging. We weren’t really sleeping because the wind was so loud and the boat was swinging so much, but all of a sudden we hear “Bug” slam-slam-slamming against “Firefly.” Chris and I got up and Chris realized at that moment that we were beam-on to the wind and therefore dragging. So “Bug” was kind of our watchdog.

When we pulled into the marina in Tavernier in mid-January, we both noticed that Bug was looking pretty beat-up. So, one day when we had some time, we decided to do some repairs.

Before Pics

We pulled off the old corner braces, made new ones, covered them in epoxy this time, then repainted. We also added some cleats, and then the sailing rig (Chris linked to a video of him sailing “Bug” in high winds an earlier post).

After Pics

She’s looking pretty good these days!

I must say, when I look at “Bug” I am always filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Not only has she been completely necessary on this trip, but I think she is beautiful. My husband put at least 3x more hours into building her than I did, but having had any part at all definitely gives me a strong emotional attachment to her.

One more story: I ordered lettering for her transom before we left. It simply said “bug.” All lowercase, same font as “Firefly.” I thought it was super cute and I was really excited about it. We hauled all our boat and trip related stuff out to “Firefly” before we left, and somehow the lettering got lost.

Over the course of the trip, we’ve realized that it can be hard to see our boat name when we tow “Bug.” She gets in the way a bit (she’s such an attention hog!). So, recently, I decided to re-order letting for her. This time it would say “bug T/T Firefly.” (T/T means “Tender To”). That way, people would know who we are! I ordered it a while ago, and expected it when we got our mail forwarded to us in Palm Coast, FL. We got the package, and I was all excited and then… the lettering wasn’t there. At all. I still don’t know what happened to it. Instead, I had a jury duty summons.

It seems the universe wants “Bug” to have a blank transom!


The Long Road Home

New Smyrna, Palm Coast, Pine Island, Fernandina, Fredericka River, Crescent River, Cattlepen Creek, Wilmington Island, Bull Creek, Factory Creek, Wappoo Creek, Five Fathom Creek, Bucksport Plantation, Calabash Creek, Southport, Big Lollipop Bay, Goose Creek, Beaufort City Docks. Pheew! Since last we spoke we’ve been pushing hard, trying to bank as many miles as possible to get home by April 1. Where our trip down was a languorous meander, our return has been more of a delivery. From here in Beaufort, NC we have about 250 miles and several large bodies of water ’til we’re home! At this point we’re both pretty ready to get back to Virginia, we’re looking forward to a full size kitchen, regular bathing, and seeing family and friends. At the same time, we’re sitting at the dock, it’s a beautiful Spring day here, and we know it’s going to be tough jumping back into dry-land existence. Despite the increased pace of the journey home, we’ve been fortunate to meet some very fine folks and have enjoyed many gorgeous mornings-afternoons-evenings-nights on the water.



Off Watch



Bridge of Lions, St. Augustine


We had a couple cold mornings in Georgia…Spent a few days holed up in the marsh waiting for some contrary winds to die down enough to get across St. Catharine’s Sound. Wind against tide down there is serious stuff skipper!


Crescent River, Georgia


Lots of current down there in Georgia.


Wanted: A Shower


Southport, NC


This right here is a seal, hanging out on some mud. I’m pretty sure they don’t have seals in North Carolina, and yet here this guy is. I guess they have seals in NC? Extremely advanced animatronic facsimile?

Beaufort, NC has been very cool. When we skipped it on the way down, everyone was like “whaaaaaaat!?” Highlight? The marina has a courtesy car you can use to get groceries and the like. Check out this old warhorse:

25865669335_76bdb3baf8_cTotally sweet right? I like not having driven for a while, and then getting in an ancient over powered station wagon with loose steering and dodgy brakes. It was awesome. So we stuck our heads in the local marine consignment and met a guy who just bought a Pearson Ariel! The first sister-ship of the trip! She’s anchored right down the creek from where we’re tied up! Awesome!


Firefly’s Sister Ship!


Finally, if you’ve been enjoying our blog and are interested in expanding your nautical-blog-horizons, check out https://siximposserousthings.wordpress.com/ We met these guys (who are from right across the river from us in VA!) down in Key Largo while dodging a line of thunderstorms. Very cool folks. Tomorrow, if we can get out this slip without crashing in all this current, we’ll head north for the Neuse! See you on the other side!…of the state line!…knock on wood!

Meals on Keels

Hi, hello, and howdy dear readers! Chris and I are currently holed up waiting out some nasty weather (this gets old, let me tell you), so our journey home has turned from sprint to mosey. However, this gives me an opportunity to finally write this post, which I’ve been meaning to get together for some time now.

Meal preparation is a huge challenge here on “Firefly,” mainly because we don’t have a galley or refrigeration (or, ahem, room to do much of anything). What we do have is a two-burner Coleman camp stove that we hook up to our propane tank (a 10-lb aluminum tank that lives in a stock pot on the stern rail), and a cooler (which sometimes has ice in it and sometimes doesn’t). We also have a nice set of “nesting” stainless steel pots/pans that my in-laws very kindly gave us for a Bon Voyage gift.


Coleman camp stove, which lives on the counter under the companionway, along with the cutting board and plastic washtub. Every time we make a meal we have to pull out the stove, pull out the propane tank, hook everything up, cook, then put it all away again.


Nesting cookware tucked away(ish). Note: This photo was taken before we left. The interior of “Firefly” has never since looked this nice, clean, or organized. 

We also don’t really have room for the cooler, so we have made it the second step that you use to come down the companionway.

That being said, we have to buy food that will store well, that (mostly) doesn’t need refrigerated, and that is still (hopefully) yummy. We usually have some combination of the following produce on the boat: Onions, potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, avocados, apples, oranges or clementines, and lemons. They live in a net. We also learned that eggs don’t actually need to be refrigerated (you have to turn them over once every couple days), and these are a staple for us. We have way too much canned food on the boat as well, to include salmon, tuna, sardines, herring, roast beef, chicken, black beans, kidney beans, mixed veggies, canned tomatoes and tomato sauce, soups… well, you get the picture. Then we keep other staples like pasta, brown rice, quinoa, etc around. Excess canned items live in the bilge and the items that we need to get to easily go in what has been dubbed “the meat locker.” Coffee, condiments, etc live on some of the easy-to-reach shelving we happen to have.


Produce (and a baguette we grabbed before leaving Tavernier)!


The kind of foodstuffs that live in the meat locker…


…stuffed unceremoniously into the meat locker.

So, as you can imagine, getting a good, nutritious meal together can be a production, especially while we are underway.

As Chris mentioned a while back in his A Day on the Waterway post, I make coffee and breakfast down below every morning while Chris gets us going and mans the tiller. I think I got the better end of that deal… mornings can be chilly! I very much believe in the cliche that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I know we burn a bazillion calories while we’re sailing, so I try to pack in quite a bit of food to our first meal of the day.

I make coffee using a stainless steel french press, of which I am now very enamored. We both like Italian roasts and have been really enjoying Trader Joe’s Italian Roast coffee beans. I hand grind the beans with a little stainless steel grinder on the coarsest setting, dump the grounds into the french press, and then get the tea kettle on the camp stove with enough water to fill the press.


Coffee beans in the coffee grinder.


Kettle on to boil.

Here are some secrets I discovered (using the Google) to a good cuppa: Let the kettle boil and then set it aside for around 30 seconds to just cool a bit. Then, pour a bit of the water and try to evenly wet the grounds in the bottom of the press. Wait 30-45 seconds (this is also a great time to stick your nose in there and get a good whiff of deliciousness) and then vigorously pour in the rest of the water (you want to agitate the grounds now) so that you get a nice frothy foam in there. Wait another 30-45 seconds before putting the lid on the press.


Coffee coffee coffee!

Now, after you put the lid on the press, set the timer for 12 minutes (none of this 4 minutes crap like most people tell you). Then, after your 12 minutes, push the plunger down gently and enjoy! You’re welcome!

I’ve also developed a couple different breakfasts that work well for us while underway. One I call “Ryan’s Not-Yet-Famous Underway Breakfast Bowl,” and this is how it’s made:

Ryan’s Not-Yet-Famous Underway Breakfast Bowl

Serves 2.

Slice up 1 Onion and 1 Potato or Sweet Potato (or both!)


Coat a pan with cooking spray, then add some olive oil. Get the onions sizzling and then throw in the potatoes. Cook until potatoes are done and season to taste.


Meanwhile, as the onions and taters cook, slice up an avocado and put half in one bowl and half in another.


When the onions/potatoes are done, add half to each bowl on top of the avocado.

Then, crack a couple eggs into the pan you cooked the potatoes in (we don’t want to do any more dishes than necessary, yes?) and fry over easy. Throw an egg on the top of each bowl.


Hand one bowl up the captain, and take one for yourself. Devour.

You’re welcome (again).

I think Chris is usually pretty content when I hand him up his coffee and his breakfast bowl in the morning!

I’ve also taken to making a breakfast that I call the Modified Ploughman’s Breakfast. It was inspired by an incredible meal I had at a little British pub in Dania Beach called The Ploughman’s. It’s basically a little of everything you have lying around sliced up on a plate with a few choice cooked items. The version I had at the pub included a Scottish Egg (Google this), sliced up cheeses, a little salad, some sliced up pork, tomato slices… it was awesome. Here’s what my version often looks like:



Lunch is another story, indeed. We’re usually pretty busy around lunchtime… we’re both above-decks and involved in steering, navigation, etc. Lots of times (especially at the beginning of our trip when we were still getting into the swing of things) we’d sort of forget to eat in the middle of the day.

Lately we’ve taken to eating easy-to-prepare snacky lunches. Since we have no table or anything at the helm either, this is what a typical “Firefly” lunch can look like:


Sardines on saltines, pretzels, cuties (clementine-y thingies). Sunscreen not included in this meal.


Sliced up baguette with brie (we found a single-serving cheese wedge packaged version that is fine without refrigeration!), peanut butter, and olive oil/garlic/italian seasoning.

As you might imagine, we are often famished by the time we drop the anchor, especially if we’ve put in a 50+ mile day. Chris and I sort-of take turns making dinner (there’s really not room for two people to cook), though occasionally we will sous-chef for each other. Dinners range from heating up a can of chili (lazy, tired) to putting on a delicious production. If we’re recently coming from somewhere with a grocery store, we’ll have some refrigerated ingredients on ice in the cooler at our disposal.


Sous chef-ing! Note that the cooler is not only our step, but also our table. 


The finished product! We keep corn tortillas around and eat them a lot… tacos are pretty sweet after a long day on the water.


Christmas dinner this year was special in that we had fresh ingredients from the grocery store that day: Meat sauce with leeks and zucchinis over pasta. 

Pretty much nothing beats catching a fish and eating it for dinner (we have only managed to do this a few times)… This one time Chris caught a Crevalle Jack (fish) and we made delicious fish tacos for dinner. Another time, I caught a Blue Fish and Chris made a fantastic meal for us out of it.


Fish acquired…


…taco fixin’s prepared. Not the best photos but one of the better meals we’ve had on the trip!


Blue Fish and veggies, nom!

There have been some days where I’ve been so exhausted, windblown, and over-sunned that I couldn’t muster enough energy to cook dinner at all. But mostly, we’ve gotten pretty good at making sure to get three decent meals in, despite all the work involved.

At the end, there’s dishes and then we do it all again!


Keys Disease

Ladies and Gentleman, we are fair-weather sailors and not ashamed to admit it. I will tell you straight up that running downwind at 7 knots is more scary than fun on our little boat. As a result, we are currently holed up in a marina waiting out some excessive wind to continue our journey home. This is what we got up to these past few months.

Got out for a few daysails on Florida Bay…






We did a little modeling for our buddy Jeff’s yacht service company…



Did some dinghy exploring…



And some dinghy sailing…

…and checked out the local breweries…


The best part of our time in the Keys was all the great folks we met. We chased our pals on “Chickadee” from Cocoa all the way to Tavernier, and now we’re besties.


Florida Keys Penguin Research Team: Coldest Place on Earth


Some more crazy kids on a sailboat…with Django the dog!


Tiki Hut People…



There was also an element of this…


I can’t take credit for this particular memey-thing…

So it was with mixed emotions we turned our bow North…after a month tied up to a dock we were ready to be on the move again, but reluctant to leave our friends. Also, we don’t want to be cold. So, with “Bug” on the roof in anticipation of some weather…


…and after dodging some gnarly thunderstorms…


…we had a perfect day of sailing up Biscayne Bay. We set the big genoa, turned on the tiller pilot, and sat on the foredeck watching dolphins play in our wake.



We anchored at No-Name Harbor and met a young couple from White Stone, VA just a stone’s throw from where we keep the boat on the Rappahanock. They’re trying to get back to Virginia by April as well, and are sure to be featured in a later edition of this blog if the crew of “Firefly” can keep up with their blistering pace. We’ll see. Anyways, we left Key Biscayne for a few days of 10,000 bridges, mega-yachts, and wakes…



“Venus,” built for the late Steve Jobs

Northbound we had much less trouble than our way down…turns out running between Lake Worth and Miami on the weekend between Christmas and New Years is a spectacularly terrible idea. Lesson learned. So now you’re caught up! Our goal is to be back by April 1st, so that I can get back to work, and Ryan can start looking. We’ve got a few stops planned at places we missed on the way down, stay tuned eh?