We crossed the magical line. Three months and 20 days after leaving our home port of West River, Maryland, we slipped across the St. Mary's River from Georgia into Florida. We have had a ball visiting a number of spots along the way - Fishing Bay Harbor Marina, Hi gang!, Blackbeard Sailing Club in New Bern, NC, the Wiles Bunch in Folly Beach, several good marinas and many excellent anchorages. We've seen dozens of sunsets, each one more beautiful than the last. Sunrises have been spectacular. The boyz, Blackie and Red, have reveled "chatting" with other water pooches and are baffled by dolphins. Frankly, they would be happy anywhere as long as their dishes are filled every morning and of course they manage to weedle another treat or two (or three) throughout the day. It's a wonder they aren't shaped like beach balls by now.

People food along the way has been fabulous. Whether it was Charles's home grown tomatos at Fishing Bay or the shrimp and grits with Chuck and Pat in Beaufort, NC, or even a simple hot dog in the cockpit, it gets better the further south we go. We just enjoyed another fantastic meal celebrating our arrival in the promised land at Brett's Waterfront Cafe here at Fernandina Harbor Marina.

When we started, we thought we would try to enjoy each day to its fullest and take whatever came. We have succeeded that goal by miles. PRIM is performing very well. She provides us with a level of comfort and safety beyond our expectations. Living aboard is better than we'd dreamed. The other day someone asked how long we were going to stay onboard. I said, "Until the men in the white coats come down the dock."

We think some savvy entrepeneur should start an assisted living marina somewhere in the south for all us old sailors out here so that we can do this until infinity. We've met a bunch of "us" along the way and enjoyed every single one. And we're all getting younger and healthier every day we're on the water. To think a few months ago our calendar was centered around work schedules, doctor appointments and putting gas in the car. I was never fond of getting up at five in morning to go to work. Now you'll find me in the cockpit with the boyz and a cup of coffee waiting for the sunrise. We pick up, move and marvel at the sights when we want to or park it, maybe meet some new folks, grab a good book off the shelf, or take a nap listening to gentle breezes and rippling water. Not bad stuff for a once-old geezer. My beard can't get any whiter anyway and I haven't had need for a comb in years so every day now is pure no-worries gravy. Whew! OKay, maybe we sound a bit corney but d*mn, this is good stuff!

And this weekend we get to meet PONTE VEDRA! Terri and Larry in Jacksonville.