Daytona

It was another fairly early departure, pulling up anchor from Ormond Beach just after 7:00 a.m.  We cruised through Daytona and New Smyrna Beach without incident.  We even had a good push from the tide.  Just about the time we were entering Mosquito Lagoon, where the long "Slow Speed/Minimum Wake" area ends, we got waked by a sport fishing boat worse than we have ever been waked.  We actually wrote down all the information we could immediately just in case there was damage that their wake caused.  Thankfully we did not find anything as of yet, but our bicycles taking a tumble might not be apparent until we ride them again.  Of course we could hear several boats ahead make complaints about the same boat waking them.
There were plenty of pleasantries today though, especially amongst the wildlife.  We even saw three raccoons on an island.  We kind of got tickled at that.
We were originally going to anchor in Mosquito Lagoon, but it looked very exposed to the 10-15 mile per hour winds out of the northeast, so we continued on.  We were thinking we would just get a mooring ball at Titusville Municipal Marina, but then decided it should be calmer anchoring behind the railroad bridge just to the north instead.  It proved to be a great exception.  This is the calmest water we have experienced so far on this trip.  We enjoyed the entire evening top side.  The only disturbance was a train that went by, but you have to expect that, right?

Several days ago I should have explained our trip this year.  I forget there are those that don't realize what we did all summer.  At last blogging in May when we arrived in Sanford, Florida, that was partly because we were supposed to get a boat delivery job out of Marathon, Florida.  Well, that never happened, but by the time we sat there long enough to find that out, Ray got four houses to build in Murphy, North Carolina.  So we spent the summer in Murphy, commuting back to the boat about once a month to check on it.  Now, one of those four houses was one for ourselves.  We now have a very small home in North Carolina again.  A place to lay our head when Ray has work there.  That also means that we will never attempt to avoid bringing the boat back to Chattanooga every summer again.  We have tried going up the east coast of the United States two summers in a row and it has not worked out.  I guess it is just not in the cards for us.  We missed our Chattanooga friends and boating gatherings, although we were fortunate enough to join them some on their boats this summer.