So here we are in Fort Lauderdale, waiting for our weather window. We loved North Carolina, South Carolina and even the wacky tidal ranges in Georgia. Florida... Once you get south of Vero Beach everything changes. We loved Vero Beach, free bus system, cheap moorings and one of Kevin’s best friends. But once you hit ‘The Palms’ it’s not so nice anymore. The cruising guides talk about the concrete canyon with miles of big beautiful homes. They weren’t kidding, it is literally concrete bulk heads the whole way down from the Palms to Ft. Lauderdale. Throw in tons of boat traffic and wakes reverberating back and forth off the walls and it gets interesting. OH, then you throw in bridges every few miles that have restricted openings. They only open at certain times: top and bottom of the hour, 15 and 45 past the hour, every 20 minutes. etc... If you don’t make an opening you have to wait for the next. Meaning, you circle around and around and around. NOT FUN! Our original plan was to cross over to the Bahamas from Miami, we’re so done with the ICW in FLorida, we’re going to cross from Ft. Lauderdale. Where we’re are entering the Bahamas is still up in the air. Everyone is nice and has given great advice, but they are all different and varying opinions. We are definitely heading to the Exumas over the Abacos, that has been one general consensus from everyone. We are so close, it’s exciting and scary. Once we cross I think Kevin and I will both sigh a big relief. That is until the next twist in the adventure is thrown our way.