To North Carolina to buy a fat boat. Home again, home again, it's quite a jolt.

            We sailed from sunrise to noona, a delightful downwind run from St. Mary's , Georgia, to Mayport, Florida.The day's most stressful activity was dodging a single shrimp boat that we spotted while wit was still five miles away.

          No pirates or submarines or containers or shoals, just a nice sail. 

            While the St. John's can run at 10 knots, we lucked into a good tide window. We left at low tide and arrived at slack water in Mayport, near the mouth of the St John river that leads to Jacksonville, 20 miles upriver.

         
         St. John's river looking deceptively peaceful.                      

       
          Stephan putting up the clothesline at the itty-bitty Mayport Marina, St. John's River.

           
            Twenty-four hours later we were stepping off a plane in Seattle.

             Why does life on land have to move so much  faster?

             
               
              I'll ask the pelicans. For now, I'm going to get some sleep.