Conditions: 5 knot S wind
Location: Fort Lauderdale
We left Key Biscayne intent on navigating the jungle of bridges before us on the way to Fort Lauderdale. The first bridge we came to, the Rickenbacker causeway, was sixty five feet high, plenty of room for us to slip under but we still had to wait. When we came to the bridge a parade of powerboats zoomed under the spans, creating choppy waves, a roaring thundering din, and a cloud of exhaust in their wake. Dad and I were not amused. There must have been fifty speed boats. Dad said that they were going out to race. Once the motorcade finally got through the bridge we were on our way and the bridges didn't treat us too badly this time. We got on a mooring in Fort Lauderdale and kicked back for the night. Dad made clam chowder, something he had promised to do for more than a week. It was relaxing but all in all it's not easy to go from our relaxed lifestyle to a time sequenced agenda and schedule. We both preferred coasting, but as the Rolling Stones said, you can't always get what you want.
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