The joys of autopilot.

We arrive in daylight on May 26th at our goal, No Name Harbor, a tiny almost circular harbor in the middle of a state park on Key Biscayne. We anchor, take a quick swim, row the dinghy over to the retaurant on shore. Lots of heat and humidity have us sitting in the shade, reading books until it is cool enough to hike. Instead, of a hike, we spend our time preparing for a storm. The wind almost drives one boat onto the rocks, as the couple barely manage to pull anchor and move. All boaters batten down and sit in their cockpits in rain gear, waiting. We are ready for this baby. In a masterful anticlimax, the wind dies and after a few drops of rain, the clouds separate and drift away, just in time for lime marinated chicken and white wine.