Score: 4 for Julie, 5 for Greg

We have been keeping track of how many times each of us is at the helm when Cee Jem touches the bottom.
As of yesterday, we were at 4 each:
Greg touched bottom on our way into Frenchman's Bay in Lake Ontario; I touched on our way out the next morning;
our next contact with the bottom came in the Dismal Swamp (which we expected) with Greg touching once, me twice. I will admit mine was a good one, as it shook the whole rigging of the boat as the keel caught on a submerged log;
Beaufort, NC was a good one ... Greg caught the keel on an uncharted wreck while trying to anchor;
two weeks ago I put us on the bottom in Dewees Creek, again while trying to get into a good spot to anchor;
yesterday Greg tied it up when we were stuck in the entrance channel to Palm Cove Marina for a few minutes before the tide came up and we could carry on.

Today however, we had to adjust the rules to include grounding of any vessel, as Greg ran aground in the dinghy. He ended up having to get out and push us off the sandbar so we could continue on our way. (Greg here...let me just say that I touched bottom with the outboard skeg and the waves and wind were pushing us on a shoal. I decided that I should get out and push us off. the boat was never aground as Julie seems to want to suggest.) Funny...when he lifted the engine, it still didn't float!!!

We spent a couple of hours this afternoon enjoying a great walk around St. Augustine. It is a beautiful historical town, very European with its pedestrian malls, architecture and brick roads.
We walked through Flagler College, which is the former Ponce de Leon hotel. It is full of Tiffany glass and is beautiful! We watched carriages and trolleys pass by full of tourists, and even ran into a few familiar boating faces downtown.
Upon return to our dingy, we were greeted by an egret who had been guarding it from the port pontoon. We then returned to the 'mother ship' and enjoyed a great dinner together while a full moon rose across the Matanzas River.
We are here on a mooring ball for the weekend, and will be full of more stories tomorrow.