As we went south down the ICW, Jeff and I agreed that we were feeling a bit done with it. Part of the problem is that we were moving much more quickly than last fall so it was a bit of a slog. We also hadn’t been able to hop outside, and we were getting tired of not being able to sail.
With nothing to do all day but motor along, we had plenty of time to kick around some alternatives for next spring. We could poke along as we headed north, taking our time and only going as far as the Chesapeake. We could skip the ICW and head back to New England for the summer via Bermuda. Nothing was really grabbing us. What we needed was to take a break from the ICW and shake things up. So what did we decide?