After an incredibly delightful week in Bermuda, we decided to take advantage of a little window we had to get out with fair winds almost all the way back to Connecticut. Stalwart Wayne went home Friday and we pressed into service two more salty dogs for our voyage home. We anticipate NE winds by the end of the week so we are going to go east of our straight-line course home, so we are not beating so hard at the end. So for those of you paying attention to our course, we are not off-course. I think. A little excitement getting out today. We tried for an hour to get our anchor up, without success. We were risking tearing hardware off the deck, trying to use the boat to break it free. We finally concluded it was hopelessly fouled on something on the bottom, and was never breaking free. So, with heavy hearts we let the chain fly and said goodby to a fine anchor and 250 feet of chain. C'est la vie. Cleared customs at the customs dock, following a French family headed home and an Israeli crew heading God knows where. Looking forward to a fairly peaceful night.