Wednesday, June 23, 1993

Made a flying trip up the coast to Cape Canaveral. Covered 73 miles in less than 12 hours!
Tied to the fuel dock at Cape Marina for the night. Another sailboat will be leaving in the morning, so we'll grab its spot.
(Some comments from Jeanette about this sail with Mom:
-The first night after we rendezvoused with them, I slept on top of the boat at the dock. It was so relaxing and comfortable, with the perfect temperature outside and the rocking of the boat on the water.
-The first time I drove the boat... Getting into the rhythm of the waves and anticipating when the side of the boat would get hit so I could steer against it and keep on course. That was really meditative and relaxing, too.
-The time the pod of porpoises played with us and the little baby kept playing when the pod swam off -- then an adult called to the baby and it dashed off to join the pod.
-Seeing the flying fish. It was like I was watching a myth come to life. I swear I could see a hole through the white caps where the fish flew threw, before it closed back in on itself.)