Ah, Cabbage Key, with its Inn & Restaurant, and all the places only a boat can take you! It was a bright sunlit morning as the dockmaster helped us tie up the dinghy and we scrambled ashore, eager to get the measure of the place. The gift shop was tempting and the nature trail beckoned, but Rebecca once again had the smart play. "Let's grab a table now," she whispered, and sure enough, right about the time we tucked into our shrimp and potato salad lunch and Cabbage Creeper drinks (the local favorite), our island was invaded. Tour boats and private boats arrived by the dozens, then people came ashore looking hungry and thirsty. We gave up our table in good etiquette, and had a prowl around the place, another couple of Cabbage Creepers in hand, looking for Jimmy Buffett's dollar bill. Fortunately, it's framed behind the bar, because the walls and ceiling are thick with layer upon layer of bills, signed by visitors the world over. Our bartender's T-shirt listed answers to the most frequent visitor questions, including the fact that $70,000 is taped to the walls and $10,000 falls off each year (and is donated to charity). We added our own dollar bill, inscribed with Liberte, our names and our favorite sailing toast, "We're all here because we're not all there."