We caught up with them at Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island, just south of the Georgia/Florida border, and found a room in a hotel across the street from the marina where they were tied up.  "We're on the face dock," Cathy said when we called, reminding us that we were entering a whole new realm where a different and unfamiliar language is spoken.  Reading their blog, we often have to ask Google for translation:  abaft the beam, portside finger dock, bow thruster, close reach, athwartship, etc.  This time Cathy kindly explained that they were moored along the long dock running on the outside edge of the marina, rather than in a slip.
Soon we hooked up with them and walked over to Cafe Karibo, a local family-owned restaurant with an eclectic menu and its own microbrewery.  The food was excellent, the service great, and the beer very tasty.  But the opportunity to catch up with our friends after not seeing them for more than six months was definitely the best part of the evening. We made plans to meet at the boat the following morning.  Ken and Ric would sail to St. Simons Island while Cathy and I drove and did some letterboxing.

Friday dawned sunny and clear.  Ken got on board and had a quicktime tutoring session in safety and sailing basics while Cathy and I reviewed letterboxing clues.  Then we were all off.  The guys motored out of the marina headed for the channel and open sea.  Cathy and I loaded up our letterboxing gear for some enthusiastic searching.