I had a mental image of Forrest Gump when he was running with all those people following him. Then he suddenly stopped. I think he said something like, "The best trip is one that takes you home."
At some point in the last few days, my mental energies have turned toward home. A few cold blasts of arctic air have passed across Florida and reminded me and all the other sailors here that we are not immune from the cold influence of the rest of the planet. And, each day moves me further north about 35 miles. Over the period of a week, that adds up to a couple hundred miles change in latitude.
Full Moonrise under the NASA bridge at Titusville.
I have now made arrangements for Agaliha to have her mast lowered in a boatyard on the St. John's River 50 miles upstream from Jacksonville. I have also made arrangements for a trucker to to load her up and take her back to Tennessee. A look at the forecast says it is a good decision. A couple of small cold fronts are headed this way in the next couple of weeks.
Jacksonville is the logical port because going further north doesn't get you any closer to Chattanooga because of the way the coastline moves east at the Georgia border. Since the trucker charges by the mile, Jacksonville is the best choice.
The only disappointment from my original plan is that I didn't get to the Bahamas. I knew it was possible that conditions might not allow it and that turned out to be the case this year. But that does not take anything away from the fabulous experience I have had. When I finish, I will have circumnavigated the entire state of Florida and traveled about 2,000 miles from Chattanooga.
But as they say, "All good things must come to an end."
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