It was really cold when we woke up in StA. We delayed for a good hour, but then we headed over to the fuel dock to top up. Sixteen gallons for two days travel and running for 2-3 hours for power/hot water for a week- not bad. The first hour or two heading south the currents were not with us, and we struggled to maintain 6 knots. We had a long day scheduled, so this was going to be tight. Fortunately by late morning we we running with them and easily going 7 to 7.5 knots.
As we travelled south there were continued signs of hurricane damage, like buildings with no roofs. As we were going through one bridge - what's wrong with this picture?
Most of the way down we would play chicken with powerboats that had minimal draft that were free to wander across most of the channels. It did not seem to occur to most of them that not everyone could do that. As Heather was pushing to the edge of one channel to avoid a clueless fishing boat we caught the edge and it spun us further to the side. After some ploughing we were back in the channel. The most important point here - it wasn't me this time! Heather seemed done deferring to powerboats for the day.
Making good speed we made our last bridge opening at 5p and were back at the New Smyrna Beach City Marina once again. We were stuck here 11 days last summer getting a water pump and gear repaired. We ignored the restaurant suggestions and went to a pizza place called Panheads, where once again H really liked their stuffed mushrooms and wings. We stumbled back to the boat after 8, from fatigue not the one beer I had. Travel days are long days and we were out of practice and shape.
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