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....

Technically before dawn.

Semi rare white Pelicans

We had excellent depths all day, the bridges all cooperated and we dropped the hook 71 miles later in Eau Gallie.

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.

No wind break for several miles and about a mile of fetch to the train tracks doesn't sound like a good time to me. It'll be interesting to see how that plays out. I'm betting “craptastic”.