Last night, just as dark descended, we sailed past South Riding Rock and out into the Atlantic Ocean. The waves had been growing all day, but because they were from behind us the boat rode very smoothly. While it was pitch black out, we could feel us climbing, climbing, climbing, and then sliding down with a rush or foam. Kind of cool – if you didn’t have to steer through it. This was the first night that the girls all spent in the cockpit taking turns on watch. Jeff actually had about 6 hours off in a row which he really needed. By dawn we were down to just the jib since we were going so fast and the boat needed so much attention to keep it going straight. And by 10pm we rounded the corner and started the final approach to Boot Key harbor and our home in Marathon. Um, yeah. Except the wind didn’t go that way and we were wallowing in the water unable to make any progress for that last little bit. Good thing we have a BoatUS membership, which I’m sure they’ll revoke any day now until we prove we’ve got a new motor. The tow boat captain was incredible – we barely felt the tug of his line, and we for sure didn’t feel the waves crashing into us. Nice. Once tied up to a mooring ball, we all sort of went comatose. Good job Kittywake getting us back here safely.