The fog burned off enough for us to get underway about 9 a.m. We had only to travel about 7 miles to the Shands bridge, the last of the 45 foot bridges. When we finally got up close enought to read the bridge markings I decided to go anchor and wait for low tide, as last time our antenna scraped at 46 ft and we needed another foot to comfortably clear the bridge. So we headed over to Florence Cove, dropped the hook and waited until mid afternoon. I spent the time cleaning the fridge and giving the galley a good scrubbing which strangely enough is a good stress reliever for me.
ArouIt wnd 3 p.m we headed back to the bridge and this time had a our 46 foot marking. We slowly went under and then cheers and high fives went all around - as this was our last low bridge! Now it was time to find spot to spend the night in Green Cove Springs. Green Cove Springs is home to our mail forwarding service and is actually our legal address so we thought we might check it out. Unfortunately just as we neared the place it started pouring buckets of rain. I couldn't find the town dock for anything and I even if I had probably wouldn't have wanted to attempt docking there in the downpour. So instead we found a little spot to anchor and I braved the rain to set the anchor securely. I was totally soaked, depiste my raincoat by the time everything was arranged. Thankfully Coleen had a dry towel and my fuzzy robe ready, and soon I was sipping a cup of hot cocoa. It was quite the storm, not so much wind, but copious amounts of rain and almost non-stop lightening. It ended up raining for several hours, so spent the night anchored rather than venturing to town as planned. Poor Prince was quite disappointed as he is still not comfortable using the poop deck for his business.