Another eary start. There are still 6 to 9 footers outside, so we find ourselves motoring onward up the inside on the ICW. Don't get me wrong, I love my boat, but at times like these I wish she'd motor faster. We so need a nitro button on this machine. Warp speed Mr. Sulu !!!!

The day passed in a series of on duty, off duty hour segements. During my off hours, I alternated between blasting space aliens and sewing a few more purses. Before you start with the gay jokes, dear reader, allow me to say that this past season down island, I managed to move all 25 purses that I made on word of mouth alone.

That comes out to just over fifteen hundred bucks, which is not too shabby for a couple hours of work and some left over fabric scraps. Come on, I've got to pay for the rum somehow.

Anyhow, we continued mostly northward at a stately 5.5 knots (6 mph) and around 3 pm we were just south of Fernandina Beach. We opted to try the Amelia River anchorage this time as the last couple of stays at Fernandina proper have found us fighting a substatial tidal swing that usually ends with us wrapping one of our keels with our anchor rode.

Once the boat was settled, we enjoyed home made margaritas n the cockpit and then Mahi steaks on the grill. Just as I was finishing up the grilling, the fuel log on my grill split and now the grill is inoperable until spares can be sourced. Dammit man! I need that grill.

We played with the weasels for an hour and then called it a ay around 8 pm.