November 11, 2013.
Last one to pull the hook has to sweep up the anchorage before they leave so we were up and underway before anyone today.
|Honey, I swear it'll be up soon....|
|Semi rare white Pelicans|
|Either tide is REALLY high or somebodies run over Red # 20|
Along the way we passed numerous sailboats in their death throes. A half dozen anchor lines, sails and canvas missing or in taters pretty much signals the death of a dream to me. Its sad to see but more common as you get to warmer climes.
|Along the Boulevard of Broken Dreams|
As we were passing Titusville we overheard conversation between boats 6 miles behind us. Because Wednesdays weather was looking so grim they were opting to stop in Titusville, sit out Tuesday and ride out Wednesday and Thursdays weather on a mooring there.
Christy and I both looked at each other when we heard the “plan”. With big winds from the north, Titusville would not be an option. Titusville is at the southern end of a 4 mile wide spot in the Indian River. About a mile north of the mooring field a train track bisects the river.