Sunday, March 14, 2010

3/14/2010





Florida. At the risk of stepping on some toes, I've got say that it is not one of my favorite states within which to travel by boat. For an industry desperately in need of business, I haven't found that many people eager to promote either Florida or the boating business. All they would have to do is be cheerful & pretend to be helpful,

OK; enough of the grumbling. We are currently just south of Daytona beach, Florida, anchored in Rock House Creek. Wind is blowing at 15 mph, gusting to 25 mph. Really gets your attention when it starts moaning in the rigging at midnight. Yesterday Scooter thumped along from Jacksonville to St Augustine in reasonably good time. We anchored in the city anchorage area about 3:30 and took the "taxi"(see previous posts, Chuckie) into the city marina. It is conveniently located close to the heart of our nations' oldest city. Streets were crowded; weather was warm (didn't think I'd be saying that anytime soon), and there was a seafood festival going on. Lots of little train things zooming around town, while the driver made a "this building was..." talk. Horse & carriage rides, & just plain good ol' diesel buses. Lots of tourists. Lots of noise at night when the parties get going. We prowled around the outer parts of town looking for some different sort of things; found brick streets, and sidewalks, some neat shaded lots and lots of palm trees.

We were out of St. Augustine fairly early this morning so we could catch the high tide at a particularly nasty inlet about 20 miles down the route. Thew prettiest part of the trip today was the initial 30 miles. After that it became a trip thru money row. Lots of houses on both sides of a water filled ditch. Daytona Beach looks like the postcards you get from Florida. Bright blue sky, puffy white, perfectly shaped, clouds, and lots of pastel colored buildings. The first drawbridge operator we talked to suggested that I could get under the bridge without having to open it. Furthermore, I had to eyeball the clearance ruler to see if it was possible. Not one bridge tender has done that so far. As Scooter went thru the now opened bridge, the guy advised me that I would have had plenty of room. I used my captain's prerogative & allowed that we had measured it with a tape measure & needed 22' to be safe. Can you imagine! Between the attitude & the wind, we elected to move on down the river to this spot. I'll leave the nature lovers among you with a challenge of sorts. While we were in Cumberland Island we came across this bird. I apologize for the quality of the photo. It was perched on the other side of a probable alligator living area that I had no desire to enter. You know, the green, gooey, and bubbly sort of water hole that you see on Animal Planet, or in a Crocodile Dundee movie. Not really my sort of place. Clicking on the photo will enlarge it so you can have an easier time identifying the critter.
Anyway, be safe, hope for Spring, and we'll be in touch soon.

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