Biscayne Bay in early May, anchored 100 yds off the public beach on Virginia Key. A train of waves swept past us from the beach side as I stepped into the cockpit, disturbing the otherwise still waters that morning. I puzzled that out later as apparently the remnants from a distant powerboat bow wave, bouncing off the beach. We had the Bay to ourselves most evenings and mornings that week, and our choice of anchorages. I didn't have to cross an ocean to find tranquility after all. Later that morning, we bucked through a cold front and BF 5 winds and seas out of the N heading up to Ft Lauderdale. Ahhh, were it that life were that sweet always.