We upped anchor around 9 am and motored in the flat calm south towards the fuel dock at RickenBocher Marina. The completely unhelpful gas attendant told us we had to tie ourselves up as well as do the whole fueling operation without any help from her as their insurance doesn't allow them to participate. What?

For those unfamiliar, just the act of landing a large sailboat or any boat for that matter is greatly aided by having someone standing ready on the dock to catch your lines once you have maneuvered your vessel close enough. This not only prevents you from damaging your boat, but also smashing pieces and parts off the fuel dock. In fifteen years of boating, this is the first time I've ever been told by the fuel dock to land myself. Go figure.

Fortunately, there wasn't any wind to speak of, so we sort of drifted right into position and proceeded to take on fuel. We ended up using 44 gallons of $4.65 a gallon premium unleaded. While I fueled, Amy loaded our fresh water tank with 45 gallons of H2O.

We paid our bill, conveniently left a large "ZERO" in the tip section of the credit card receipt and headed back out. By 2 pm we were off of Key Biscayne and we anchored in the western lee of the island with another 7 or 8 cruising boats.

There was a large amount of power boat traffic waking the crap out of us, but around sunset they all jetted back to their homes and we enjoyed a quiet dinner of bacon cheese burgers on the grill before retiring at 8 pm in anticipation of a good crossing back to the Bahamas tomorrow. See you then.