Slow Movin'

We’ve spent two days meandering up the Florida coast on the intracoastal waterway.  Outside of a couple days in the Keys, we’ve not spent much time in the ICW.  When we’re offshore, the scenery really doesn’t change much.  In the ICW, there are a lot of course corrections as we follow the charted waters from point to point but there is also a lot of continuously changing scenery and the sky seems to be forever shifting.

Yesterday was a 12 hour day, covering 85 miles – a prize winner.  Today we motor sailed 50+ in the nor-easter we’ve been watching for days.  Woke up to gusting winds and rain and now that we’re anchored in Daytona Beach, it’s still blowing hard enough we prefer not to leave the boat for fear it will take off on it’s own! 

 

We haven’t stepped foot off the boat in three full days now and I’m beginning to feel pretty antsy.  We putter around the boat as we progress throughout the day but there’s really not much exercise to wear off the sitting and eating we’re doing.  At night I like to cook or bake something and we watch a movie or play a game.  Tonight I had my first loss at scrabble in a LONG time . . . looks like a rematch will be due soon.

I also learned tonight that we sprung ahead last night . . . totally without my notice!  I couldn’t figure out how we managed to get such a late start today and then the sun just wasn’t setting when it was due to tonight . . . go figure!  No clocks or watches to change (everything here is satellite controlled) and no calendar to be accountable to . . . if a friend hadn’t mentioned it in a text, I’d still be wondering!

  Tomorrow the weather is supposed to clear again and, since there is not another inlet between us and St. Augustine, we’ll be motoring the 53 miles there, our next destination.

Our friends, Bill and Lori on Grateful Red from Charleston are supposed to be sailing in to St Augustine tomorrow so we’re hoping for a rendezvous dinner.  Rob’s mom is down here and we’ll be meeting up with her in Ormond Beach on Tuesday and friends Chris and Stan are in Winter Park at their Florida residence looking to meet up with us this weekend.   Looks like I won’t be antsy for long . . .