|This is where the intruder on our boat was standing.|
I was in between him and Wayne, whose legs
you can see in our v-berth bedroom.
- Aren’t you afraid of storms?
- How can you spend that much time together in such a small space without going crazy?
|This is my view from where I stood when|
we were intruded upon. The intruder was just beyond
the bookshelf on the left.
Notable exception -- St. Lucia’s Soufriere, where we locked ourselves into our hot, steamy boat – click here to read about why we did that and here for why others should consider giving St. Lucia a miss
about 7 miles from Jacksonville Landing's free dockntry is via gates allowing passage of only those with military i.d., further protected with car, foot and aerial armed patrols. Once we know where we're living, we're off to store our boat for hurricane season in Green Cove Springs, FL. There is no shortage of unpublished photos and adventure stories to fill the gap between now and cruising season and even transitional tales you won’t want to miss, like, "What two words do we say to offset our wistfulness when not cruising?"