Night of Nausea or Ang's new career - NOT!

From Stuart we headed to Port Canaveral where there was a virtual, in the words of Greenday, "fork stuck in the road." It was from there where we needed to decide if we were going to head "outside" (the boating term for open waters) or "inside" (intercoastal waterways) for our next destination of Charleston, SC. In the past, I was always "I am not an ocean traveler!" or "I like the scenery of inside," but on this occasion I was all excited about decreasing our travel time from the seven days it would take by going inside to two days by going outside.

So we check the weather sites, talk with our excellent friend, Chris Capella (famed meteorologist) and make the decision to go outside. Out on the high seas, I'm feeling very much like Sir Francis Drake or Sir Walter Raleigh and even getting fitted for my own doublet. The wind wipping through my hair and no land in site . . . ah, the life! The sun sets and night envelopes us. Nick and I are taking shifts - I have the 3:30 - 5:30 a.m. shift and I wake to huge, rolling seas. Now mind you the contrast was great considering it was calm enough the night before for Eileen and I to have pedicures (red, if you were wondering), so this was a stark contrast. So picture this, no moon, no stars, just the sharp rolling of 4-6 foot confused seas: that was one looooooooonnnnnng night. The brightening of the horizon and a friendly dolphin jumping over the waves ushered in the morning. But those continuing horrible 6 ft. swells greatly diminished my enjoyment, and they continued for the remainder of the trip to Charleston. A full 33 hours on the high seas and I have lost my appetite - the doublet will have to stay in the closet - for now.

So here we are in Charleston on the "Mega-dock" . . . and let me tell you, it's Ft. Lauderdale all over again . . . mega boats make our little still-in-the-works project boat feel like we are definitely from the "wrong side of the tracks." Oh well, it's a beautiful place and we are looking forward to seeing our great friends, The Adams (Tripp, Jennifer, Savanna, and Ashley).

Life is good at the end of an anchor!