Pots to the left of us, others on the right. Stuck in the middle with you. That pretty much describes our journey from Palmetto to Marathon. A mine field of crab pots. It’s enough to make even these sailors crabby too. Except, who can be when your eagle-eye for those damned pots is also bringing you views of blue sea, sun and dolphins? After leaving Marco Island we made two anchorage stops in...