We made it through the many bridges leading up to Ft. Lauderdale. The rush to each bridge is always a tense endeavour. Each bridge has it's own opening schedule - some on the hour and half hour and the others quarter hours. They are well timed for a faster boat to make it to the next bridge. We are well loaded down and slower than most sport fish or motor yachts that seems to effortlessly make it for each opening. At one bridge, they were kind enough to leave it open for an extra minute (but what feels like several when you are racing to make it) while we were full throttle to get through. The last bridge was the Las Olas Bridge and it was the most exciting. As we were about to head through one of our engines turned off. Luckily, Kerry noticed and rushed to get it started again. There is always a swift current thought these bridges, so you need to have good steering ability. He ended up getting it going but when we stopped in the mooring field just after the bridge, we discovered that there was a large, industrial strength garbage bag tightly wrapped around the prop. We managed to get to shore after to check into the marina and make our way to the beach. We have a new beach wheelchair for Dylan now with big wheels that make going to the beach a breeze. We could easily push him to the shoreline. It was also great for standing him up with as we balanced on the two front wheels so that he could experience the sand and the waves on his legs.
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