New Symrna Beach to Palm Coast

In the AGLCA newsletter this morning there was an announcement about a boat crossing it's wake (that's what they call it when you've completed the loop, you've crossed your wake). In the article they mentioned all the bridges they went under, locks they passed through, and gallons they used (in wine 😀). We think those are the wrong metrics. Instead we're going to count how many nights we've anchored and how many times we've run her aground.

So, we've had 2 nights of anchoring thus far, and 2 bottom bumps. In fact, we've traveled 2 days without hitting bottom, so we're feeling pretty good about ourselves.

Last night taking the dogs for a walk turned out to be a bit of a hassle. Firstly, there seemed to be a mass-jellyfish-suicide thing on all the beaches. The sand was littered with clear, puffy, dead jellyfish. Keeping the dogs off them was a task. Secondly, the tide had come up and the beaches dwindled. It was hard to get the dinghy close enough to shore to let the dogs out. Russ had to jump into the water and haul it closer. None of which seemed fun to do in the dark. Not to mention the cold.

Daytona Beach!

As a result, we tried to sleep in a bit this morning and take the dogs in some daylight. We got to sleep in until 6 am -- woo hoo! Once the sky was light enough we tried a third beach for the dogs, which worked perfectly, then immediately headed out. We were heading north by 8 am.

The night temps had dropped to 47 degrees, which is CRAZY. All day long I wore my heaviest coat, and never felt particularly overdressed. The day did warm up, but not until we were docked in Palm Coast.

The ICW was much narrower on this run, albeit deep. No incidents at all, save for a couple of hitchhiking dolphins. Everyone was polite, everyone passed at slow speeds. All in all, it was a good boating day. 

Ate at Mezzaluna, and Italian place.
This is "Escarole and Beans," and appetizer.
IT WAS AWSOME!