We never got the rain threats last night. The breezes had us wondering at times, but it
was flat as glass when we left Pearl Bayou before 6:00 a.m. There were more threats of storms today so we
wanted to try to get as far as we could before those. We caught the tide all day again, so that
helped. Choctawhatchee Bay was supposed
to be smooth, becoming a moderate chop.
That last 30 miles was what we were really worried about. We watched radar and listened to weather
reports all afternoon, but somehow dodged all of them. What a blessing. Choctawhatchee Bay ended up being a light
chop at worst.
After 72 miles of travel we were looking at the free dock in
Ft. Walton Beach around 4:00 p.m. There
was one catamaran sailboat on the T dock, but pulled back as far as it could
be. We talked of rafting like we usually
do, but Ray and Bill thought we could all three fit. So we went in first and pulled back as close
as we could to the catamaran. There wasn’t
a lot of room left but Bill pulled ahead of us with only about half of “Conched
Out Too” up against the dock, but we made it work.
We walked over to Fokker’s for dinner, taking
the long route as we forgot they moved across Miracle Strip Parkway. We enjoyed wing night.
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