Now this feels like we are in Florida. We are in a peaceful little creek just a hundred yards off the intercoastal Waterway near the Ponce River inlet. We arrived about 3 pm as the clouds cleared and the sun shone for the first time in days. Today started with the rain pouring down and a temperature of 52 degrees and ended with sun and 70 degrees. We quickly put the dingy in the water for an expedition... first we stopped by "First Light" to thank them for leading us to this pretty anchorage. We chatted for a while and learned that they had been on their boat for 23 years. Mostly cruising, stopping occasionally to work, spending the winter months a marina in Marathon Florida.

Next we motored (thanks to Joe and Ed) out through the creek toward the inlet, gazing at the many birds (where is my bird book). The light was that perfect evening light, horizontal and yellow increasing the vibrancy of the green saw grasses, blue sky, red light house and yellow of the Egret legs. A flock of Spotted Sandpipers (I think) fly up startled flashing their wings in the the light, circle around and land again on the beige beach. The beach calls for us to walk on it, leave our foot prints in the clean unbroken curves. Isobel squawks, Lara sings "You are my sunshine" and withing seconds she is asleep, cradled by her PFD. We putted back to the boat to watch the sunset give use a hundred colors I can't name.

Now, as the smells of dinner rise up from the galley, I listen to the Coast Guard as they route boats around the Cape Canaveral as the US Air Force prepares for the launch of one of their communication satellites. Isobel is playing her "singing bowl" using a wooden spoon.