We have a second mode of transportation carried aboard. A folding bike sits undercover on deck ready to deploy when in port.
In just the first week the bike has proved its' worth. I can accompany De Anne to Publix without slowing down her brisk walking pace by sedately riding at her side. On the return trip the rack on the back of the bike can hold a weeks worth of Diet Coke that is so necessary as mixer for our Sailor Jerry rum.
After several days of wind and occasional light showers we were brave enough to walk/bike the bridge. When I slowed down on the uphill De Anne was kind enough to assist with a hand on my back pushing. The metaphor does not need belaboring.
From the apex of the bridge with the marina to the left:
Don't jump. 2020 is not that bad.
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