Sailing away

This is the Wreckers' Race on Sunday -- which we missed. While they were sailing north, we were driving up the Keys, and I got a bit misty as I passed Stock Island for the first time in six months or so and got farther from Southernmost with every mile marker.

Our last days before the trip were not idyllic -- both water heaters finally decided to fail, and the plumber promised to come both Friday and Saturday, but canceled each time. But no matter.

This morning we're in Gainesville, with probably the last fast web connection I'll have in a good, long time, so we'll just have to see how well this thing works from Holly Hill, where the temperature as I write is 48.

Shiver me timbers indeed.