In the end, we just grounded on a mudbank and waited for the tide to come in. Dr. Nick was having just as bad a time. He sailed past us, then his rudder fouled so he floated back the wrong way. He fixed the rudder and tried it again, this time with the assist of a paddle, but that goobered up too, so we saw him float backwards once again. For his final run, he dropped his mast and used his pedal-power system to fight against the wind and tide. He was successful, and with a wave and a cheer, he continued on, out of sight. Things weren't so happy in our boat. I wanted to go back to Flamingo and quit. Mike suggested we go out and around the bay, sneaking back to the finish along the lee of the Florida Keys. "Are you nuts? Do you know how long that will take?" I was not a happy camper.