Waiting to cross
Well we're finally in Miami. We're fueled and watered up, the freezer is full and every nook and cranny is stuffed with provisions. We're anchored off President Nixon's old Key Biscayne estate on the southern end of Key Biscayne. A spot everyone calls "Nixons". It's nice and warm again now and we're doing the old "waiting to cross" thing. There must be twenty boats here waiting to cross the gulf stream. Many are friends we've known over the years. A cold front is coming through Sunday afternoon or evening and right after that happens the winds will clock and we'll all take off. Nassau next stop.
Toronto in summer, Bahamas in winter.
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