And we’re off! After only a few minor issues the boat was moved from the marina in Ft. Lauderdale to a mooring field in Miami. We spent only a couple days there before my dad traveled up north for a work thing (I don’t remember what). While he braved the cold in Virginia, we had to struggle through 50 degree weather with no heater. It may sound easy to someone living anywhere further north. But it’s not. My dad didn’t appreciate our complaining about the weather after his trip. But he had air conditioning/ heaters! We couldn’t waste that much energy for something to heat us up. For the first time, possibly ever, I wore pants to bed. My dad eventually returned, only to be greeted with dinghy issues. It wouldn’t start up and our fuel was leaking. Though we got that repaired, dinghy issues would follow us to the Bahamas. Only a few days after my dad arrived my mom left. She was heading on an all-women’s sailing trip that would take her from Turks & Caicos to Tortola, BVIs. For days before she left it was a running joke about how “unexcited she was”, it was funny because it was clear how thrilled she was. She loved talking about it and every few hours she’d work it into the conversation. Either when she was leaving. What things she was packing. How many women were coming. Etcetera, etcetera. The next day Mark, my dad, and I set out on our first leg to the Bahamas. We made a two day passage from Miami to Spanish Wells, Bahamas. It was my first time on a night shift and I spent most of it reading. If I’m able to work past the tiredness then shifts aren’t overall bad. I went through no less than three books in the time it took us to get to Spanish Wells, then from there to Georgetown. We originally planned to stop in Hawksbill Cay but I asked if it was possible to get to Georgetown. “We can if we want,” my dad said. So Mark and I voted to head to Georgetown. My dad checked us in at Customs and Immigration and we got to have our first meal on Bahamas’ soil at Chat n’ Chill. The first day or two was spent jumping between Immigration, Chat n’ Chill, and the boat until some friends from the Ft. Lauderdale marina showed up. SV Malooca with their three kids arrived on our third or fourth day in Georgetown. We were invited aboard and spent the entirety of the night socializing. Georgetown is one of the best places for people to meet other Kids Boats. In the two weeks since I arrived I have met up with the kids from Malooca, met a girl named Anne from Sherlock 2, and another girl named Katrina from a boat that I am yet to know the name of. We are prepared to leave early on Friday the 6th for a passage that could possibly lead us to a separate country and eventually to Grenada, where our friends from SV Hekla will be.