|We are now in Sunrise Bay, Ft. Lauderdale.|
Wakes from the water taxi and passing mega-yachts on the ICW get us rolling sometimes. Mostly at mealtimes. Walking up our steep stairs with your hands full is an invitation for spilling disaster. We live dangerously around here. Wyatt reaps the benefits.
|The ICW, in a rare moment of calm.|
|Not what my cockpit looks like. But it is me driving a 127 foot motorboat. Work work work.|
|Shopping is hard|