Across Florida, East to West

I left DC on a Tuesday afternoon, streets slushy with dirty snow, taking the metro and bus to BWI to catch a cheap Southwest Airlines flight to West Palm Beach. There were 25 people in wheelchairs waiting to board when I arrived at the gate. After everyone was aboard and the maintenance crew fixed something in the cockpit (we were never told what it was that needed to be fixed, just that it would be a good idea to fix it before we left), the plane left an hour late. C. S. Lewis' The Great Divorce came to mind, except I was on a plane (he was on a bus) going from hell to heaven.

Two and a half hours later I was in West Palm Beach. I picked up my rental car and headed north on 95 to Stuart. Gilles was waiting at Sunset Bay Marina where the boat was in the mooring field.