By morning, the wind shifts southwest and strengthens. I venture out into the Gulf, tacking occasionally. The waves of the shallow coast slow my progress. By afternoon, I’m well past Little Shark River, the last protected anchorage before I have to commit to rounding Cape Sable, from which I can head for the next checkpoint in Flamingo. Dark thunderclouds billow to the west and move closer. I swear I can see waterspouts. Time to reef my mainsail. The gust bands miss me by a mile or so, and soon I’m back to the full main. It’s getting late. If I continue beating around Cape Sable, I’ll be approaching Flamingo in the dark. With paper charts only, and no need to rush, I backtrack into the anchorage inside Little Shark River. This concludes another mellow cruising day, followed by another afternoon of solitude, reading and observing. As dusk falls, Venus is visible first. The night sky, away from light pollution, is truly magnificent.