I awoke at 9:00am but I felt rested. The last time I was anchored here, Willow’s manifest included, Don, Mike, Kay, and myself. We had planned on going further south but the engine had blown a head gasket, the swing keel was stuck in the down position, and we had destroyed our head sail. I did not have three weeks of repairs to do this time so I visited some of the attractions St Augustine is famous for. In a couple days, I reluctantly sailed away from St. Augustine and set my autopilot for Jacksonville, 5 hours away. It was an easy sail, that brought me to another place I had anchored before. I got there just before dark. I dropped anchor, again confident that Willow would stay put for the evening. Throughout my telling of our journey, I have left out the non-events, and while in and of themselves they may not seem significant, cumulatively, over 5 months, they are. For instance, I spent quite a few casual mornings writing or reading. I walked a couple hundred miles, without a stop watch. I observed tides, winds, storms, and other boats. I had conversations with boaters, merchants, locals, young and old. I enjoyed the intimate access to friends and family that became a part of this journey. I found a greater appreciation of myself and others. I am telling this now instead of at the end of the journey because, tomorrow at noon, I will have picked up Kay at a nearby boat dock. We will be together for the next week, to complete our journey home. Kay and I were married in 1988, so joining up for another voyage would seem like a non-event to most people, but just like the cumulative effects of the tides and the storms, mundane events became the threads in the tapestry of our lives. I was warmed with an expectation of the coming week. With that in mind, I wanted to make a grand gesture for Kay’s arrival. The boat dock was made to serve trailerable boats. The end of the dock was supposed to be 4 feet deep, but one can never trust published bathymetric information. My initial plan was to dinghy to the dock and pick her up, but wouldn’t it be cool if, when she got there, this great big sailboat was pulled up, ready for her to step aboard. I would need 4 feet 8 inches of water to do that. I would need to fight a 2 knot rising tide also. I would have to do it alone. I had the morning to think about it and then I ran out of morning. I pulled anchor and motored towards the dock. I pointed my bow into the current. The wind was 12 knots on my port. The dock was on my starboard. I let the wind close the distance between the boat and the dock. Willow matched the current speed which kept it at zero land speed next to the dock. The wind did its part. The boat slowly moved closer. 10 feet, 8, 6, 4. Willow touched bottom parallel and 3 feet from the dock. That’s OK. That was part of the plan. The tide was coming up. It would be high tide when Kay got there. I left Willow under power and jumped to the dock to tie her off. I cut the motor and adjusted the lines as the tide rose. Kay was surprised to find her ride conveniently hugging the dock. I was quite pleased with myself and quite pleased to see the week start with a pleasing greeting.