All that helm time wasn't put to waste. We tried to figure out how the ComNav autopilot and the Garmin chart plotter work together. Like in a bad marriage these two we're talking but not communicating. As a result Nellie, like a drunk sailor, was swerving down the ICW. Seen from afar this erratic motion would call into question the competence of the helmsman. This we can't have! I'll save you the bloody details but suffice it to say the variables are many, the documentation sparse, and ComNav's tech desk is manned by an obdurate Frenchman badly in need of a glass of wine. No worries, there are days to go. We'll figure it out.
Today's picture is of a particularly nasty section of the ICW just North of the GA/FL line. Here the mariner must choose between what the chart says and what their eyes tell them. Choose wrong and you're aground.
On a mooring in St. Augustine, FL. A nice, round 800nm under the keel. DBH
