Another early start got us through the couple of Daytona draw bridges before the traffic hour restrictions set in. I drove most of the morning with Mila tucked into my sweatshirt pocket for warmth. Did I mention it was only 55 this morning? What !? Come on, we be tropical people mon.

Amy finally made an appearance in the cokcpit to take a turn at the helm once it warmed up above 65. For the record, she had every piece of clothing on that she owned. Mila refused to be used as a heating device any longer and so she and I retired below for a late breakfast pizza.

We took turns motoring through out the day before arriving at St. Augustine just after 3 pm. I pulled in to the fuel dock to refill our tank and then we dropped the hook out in the field of ghetto boats in 9 feet of water.

Amy had to make several calls back to New York to deal with her grand mother issues, so we opted to hang out on the boat and read books before we had yet another meal of mahi fingers and fries.