We were very happy to be secure inside the lock before it hit. We moved down to the lower helm for a few hours. We divided the jobs equally: pink and blue. I sat and read my book and Captain Mike piloted the boat. The sign in the last lock told us how far we had come and how far we had to go to reach that night's anchor at Stuart. We anchored out the next three nights pulling in to New Smyrna Beach, the winter home of good friends Carl and Lorraine Skoienzcky, on August 26. We had a fresh seafood dinner that night with Bev and Larry, long time friends and fellow Michiganders, at a totally "old Florida restaurant", Boondocks.
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