We got a slip arranged back in Brunswick GA and raced the boat up there over five days. Since we didn't have a dinghy it was either a marina or anchoring out for us.
Approaching New Smyrna Beach the was a squall heading for the same marina we were. We thought we might make it into the marina before it hit, but when it became clear we wouldn't we slowed down. When the storm was almost about to overtake us, we finally agreed to throw out the anchor where we were in the ditch and stay put. If we had agreed 60 seconds sooner we wouldn't have gotten wet, or perhaps in the confusion had the anchor drag us right past a marker piling until it finally bit. More room for improvement. After the storm passed Heather docked us beautifully, and we had dinner at out favorite pizza place.
We were in a hurry so we were pushing the tides, or more accurately, mostly ignoring them. As a result we managed to run aground in the same god-damn place as last year, completing a daily personal best of three times in one day. On the plus side, by necessity and practice we are getting much better at quickly getting ungrounded. Had we picked our tide times better, the mud flats in the picture below would have been about 6 feet below the surface.
One of the islands we passed had wild horses on the beach. There are several islands like this up the East coast.
The day after arriving in Brunswick we rented a car and drove back down to Vero to pick up our car. After a day and a half of boat hurricane prep we rolled west, picked up Chelsea in Phoenix, and continued up to Vegas for Heather's family reunion over the 4th of July holiday. Now that I write it down it doesn't sound so bad.
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