Sometime in the night we began to veer north, sticking to the outside edge of the shipping lanes and riding the Gulfstream back to Florida. The more we turned north, the more we turned our starboard quarter to the steadily freshening breeze and the faster we went. Like horses to the barn, we could smell that the end was near. We pushed harder and harder. There was no question of stopping. We spent our fourth consecutive night underway.
The next day, the wind was blowing harder still and, with the waves and the current pushing from behind, we very nearly flew North. A fantastic day of sailing! Strolla charged forward, seesawing in the following seas, white froth from her wake dissipating in a long line astern.
We arrived back in Biscayne Bay and Miami late on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. The weekend boaters were out in force. While looking for an acceptable anchorage for the night, we stumbled upon a huge floating armada of party boats, anchored, music blaring. Everywhere we looked, boats, babes, and booze. For eyes that had seen no one but each other for nearly a week, this was nirvana. It sure was good to be back in south Florida.
We enjoyed the sights and sounds of the afternoon crowd. As they slowly drifted away with the coming of night, we drifted down to our bunks for our last night aboard Strolla. We would be with Laila in Ft. Lauderdale the next day.
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