A modest breeze and tranquil seas gave us leave yesterday to alter course upon sighting more turtle activity.  The slight disruption in their endeavor didn’t deter them from taking up where they left off as soon as we we had passed.  For the sake of the ten grandchildren henceforth called “turtle hugging.”  

Fort Pierce was our port last night, and other than strong currents and tide swinging us 360 degrees, our ride at anchor insignificant. 

Yesterday also marked the sixteenth day of our voyage and three hundred seventy-five miles later, finally farther north than when we left our home port. Florida’s one gigantic state, over five hundred miles of Eastern seaboard, about the same as Georgia, South Carolina and North Carolina combined.  Each evening we painstakingly study paper charts and waterway guides to decide our exact destination for the next day.  According to the charts we are in fact in the North Atlantic Ocean as we make our way northward, now about half way to the Georgia border.  One interesting note, even though we see numerous fishing boats every day, rarely do we see sailboats.  We’re just wondering, do they know something we don’t?  From the charts we also gleaned the mileage on the ICW from Ft. Pierce to Cape Canaveral is twenty-five miles further than going outside.  So here we are today right back in the big pond headed for the illustrious Cape.