We made it...

to the boatyard. Thanks, I believe, to me. I say this because I sat in the passenger seat the whole way and navigated with my Ipad. Never mind that it was pretty much a straight shot down I95 for the entire trip - I found the gas stations, rest areas, lunch spots, hotels and dunkin donuts. I also did puzzles, spent time on Facebook, sent emails, face timed friends and did a bit of online shopping. Darryl DID drive the entire time so he also gets some credit for getting us here, but realistically if not for my navigating (nagging?) who knows where we would have ended up.
When we got here it was raining. We managed to get set up anyway, and then thankfully were invited to dinner on another boat. I was quite pleased with the fact that I had managed to avoid the fire ant mound as we were setting up. Of course that all changed the next day - they must have been alerted to my plan to exterminate their colony. Sigh.
On a humorous note, somewhere around exit 260 (in florida) there was a rather large sign on a fence that said "used cows for sale". What? What the heck is a used cow? I am sure Carl Hiaasen is already aware of this and has incorporated it into one of his novels. Perhaps the guy who walked into a 7-eleven with the baby alligator he was trying to trade for a six pack of beer (yes, he was arrested) would have had better luck with a used cow. Only in florida!
P.s. Snuggle alert tonight! Going down to 35F!