Sailing to the Dry Tortugas, Day 4

After french toast and bacon, we weighed anchor and set sail for the
Marquesas Islands.  The plan is to return to our same spot and
anchor overnight like we did on the way out.  Mamaw took
her turn at the helm.  She clearly was having a good time!

Donnie took a turn at the helm...this time with the help of Agnes.

Paps also took a turn at the helm.  I will have you all know, the First
Mate took SEVERAL trips at the helm herself, but nobody seemed
to pick up the camera for that!

Willis did not take a turn at the helm.  In fact, he assumed his usual sailing
position, which is to hide somewhere, bury his nose, and pray for it
all to send SOON... thankfully, no cat throw up this trip at all.

It was a really pleasant day of sailing.  It's easy to fall into the rhythyms of
sailing life; eating, napping, sunbathing, telling stories, taking a turn at
the helm...and of course, watching the nightly sunset.  We went to bed
early as we have a LONG day of sailing ahead of us tomorrow!