We motored for the next 24 hours and due to a
slight miscalculation in our time, we found
ourselves making a difficult crossing to the Banks
at night. Once again, we were blessed with a safe
passage.
John broke the motoring monotony by throwing
out his fishing line and once again, he scored.
Landing a large wahoo, we filled our freezer again.
Eventually we found our way into Gun Cay and
readied ourselves for the sail to Ft. Lauderdale.
We visited with some nearby cruisers and got the
scoop on getting through the Cut. A beautiful
sunset ended the day. We took it as a sign that
we would soon be home.
Excited to be on the homestretch, we left before
dawn and gently placed ourselves in the Gulf
Stream. As soon as the sun came up, we could
see Ft. Lauderdale in the distance. What a
welcome site! We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale on
Saturday, January 22nd in the midst of hundreds
of boats. We felt like we were in Denver during
rush hour. We also had our first attempt at having
a bridge open for us. Once again, no real drama,
but we still had to dock.
We have made great strides in anchoring during
our journey through the Caribbean, but docking
still needs some work. In fairness to us, docking a
24ft wide boat gracefully in a 27ft. wide slip
requires skill, no wind, and if you’re lucky,
someone wandering by to help. Not being shy, we
enlisted the aid of a man and his son on a boat
nearby to help us tie up. John maneuvered Tee
Time in as gently as possible, but the wind pushed
us just enough to put our first scratch on her hull.
Nothing that can’t be buffed out, but annoying that
we had sailed for 4 months and 7000 miles without
a scratch only to put one on in Ft. Lauderdale.
The realization that we were finally back in the US
did not sink in right away. We wandered around
in a daze for a few minutes, and then headed off
towards the marina office to check in. There we
were greeted by Carol Robinson, who had
brokered our purchased, and has supported us
through this entire adventure. What a pleasure to
see her smiling face. We did the Customs thing
and went back to Carol’s house for drinks with she
and her husband, Greg.
Satisfied that Tee Time was in capable hands for
repairs and Boat Show preparation, we headed to
the airport and home to North Carolina for a well-
deserved respite.
It's good to be home!
slight miscalculation in our time, we found
ourselves making a difficult crossing to the Banks
at night. Once again, we were blessed with a safe
passage.
John broke the motoring monotony by throwing
out his fishing line and once again, he scored.
Landing a large wahoo, we filled our freezer again.
Eventually we found our way into Gun Cay and
readied ourselves for the sail to Ft. Lauderdale.
We visited with some nearby cruisers and got the
scoop on getting through the Cut. A beautiful
sunset ended the day. We took it as a sign that
we would soon be home.
Excited to be on the homestretch, we left before
dawn and gently placed ourselves in the Gulf
Stream. As soon as the sun came up, we could
see Ft. Lauderdale in the distance. What a
welcome site! We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale on
Saturday, January 22nd in the midst of hundreds
of boats. We felt like we were in Denver during
rush hour. We also had our first attempt at having
a bridge open for us. Once again, no real drama,
but we still had to dock.
We have made great strides in anchoring during
our journey through the Caribbean, but docking
still needs some work. In fairness to us, docking a
24ft wide boat gracefully in a 27ft. wide slip
requires skill, no wind, and if you’re lucky,
someone wandering by to help. Not being shy, we
enlisted the aid of a man and his son on a boat
nearby to help us tie up. John maneuvered Tee
Time in as gently as possible, but the wind pushed
us just enough to put our first scratch on her hull.
Nothing that can’t be buffed out, but annoying that
we had sailed for 4 months and 7000 miles without
a scratch only to put one on in Ft. Lauderdale.
The realization that we were finally back in the US
did not sink in right away. We wandered around
in a daze for a few minutes, and then headed off
towards the marina office to check in. There we
were greeted by Carol Robinson, who had
brokered our purchased, and has supported us
through this entire adventure. What a pleasure to
see her smiling face. We did the Customs thing
and went back to Carol’s house for drinks with she
and her husband, Greg.
Satisfied that Tee Time was in capable hands for
repairs and Boat Show preparation, we headed to
the airport and home to North Carolina for a well-
deserved respite.
It's good to be home!
The last catch . . . but not the least!
Sunset at Gun Cay. Tomorrow we would be home!
Tracking our final leg!
Ft. Lauderdale! A welcome sight!
Waiting with the other boats for the 17th Street bridge to open. It does and here we go, mast and all! What a country!