Alana is enjoying a rare visit to a marina. Normally we anchor out and save money, but every few weeks it doesn't hurt to do it in style. She is at Miamarina (stupid name, but nice enough place) in downtown Miami. She certainly looks more affordable than most of her neighbors, but is also one of the more attractive vessels I can see. After a quick burger, Alana enjoyed a freshwater wash down and some tidying-up.
Last night the wind dropped to nothing, or next to nothing, requiring that we motor-sail the last 60 miles to Miami. Thankfully, it was smooth enough not to require too much engine power, so we just purred along at about 4.5 knots. Due to the proximity of shoals, I never allowed myself to nap for more than 10 minutes at a shot. I found this to be far, far, lest restful than the 22-minute naps I had been taking further off.
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