Case in point. As we prepared to depart Fernandina Beach at about 11 a.m. to head to St. Augustine I met a guy up in the dog walking area who inquired about our boat. He asked "How do you know where you are going - do you like have GPS?" I responded, "yes, but unfortunately it's not working so we'll have to rely on the charts" He looks amazed and says, "so like do you read the stars?" I simply did not know how to respond but I'm pretty sure my expression said "are you stupid?" But rather than saying that aloud, I just said, "that or we use a compass" He gives that self-deprecating stoner chuckle and says "Oh yeah - a compass" Then I asked, "where are you from?", fully expecting him to say Florida but instead he answered, "L.A." Of course.
GPS just wasn't finding us but it was a gorgeous sunny day and we ran the intercoastal using charts. It was a gorgeous run and I kind of enjoyed telling Tom where to go. Without electronic toys to play with he got bored and decided that it was an ideal time to teach me to drive the boat. It was a lot like my Dad teaching me to drive. See, my Dad really loved his cars and my husband really loves his boat. Putting these prized possessions in the hands of an amateur makes them a little nervous. I did fine - there are a couple of funky little things like a delay when you accelerate but I got used to it (and I also got used to him yelling at me "speed up, slow down - NOW, get over - no the other way!) I drive best when he's down in the head.
Arrived in St. Augustine around 4. Tom fixed the GPS - has no idea what he did to fix it but...it's back and he's happy. We run to Daytona tomorrow to visit Joyce and Paul. Looking forward to seeing them.
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