Conditions: Cloudy, muggy with some rain, 76° to start, Clouds and some sun, 85° to finish. Southeast winds 15-20 kts, choppy on the ICW
Distance traveled: 62.4 nautical miles
Time underway: 7 hours 55 minutes
Average Speed: 7.9 kts
Max Speed: 8.8 kts
Today’s run to Vero Beach should be our last travel day for a while. Our plan is to spend the winter here.
We weren’t sure exactly what time we were going to leave Titusville, but we knew we had to pull out sometime in the am. I was hoping to get up have coffee, gradually come to life and then leave for Vero Beach. All of that changed at 7 am when the Captains got together and decided that the wind was down and this looked like a great time to pull out from the dock. With that decision, everything went into to hyperdrive and we were up and moving. We pulled out of Titusville at about 7:40 am. It was super muggy, soupy, nasty! Even though it did not rain, it should have.
We received a weather notice that Titusville was under a cyclone watch and bad weather was moving in. The best move was to head south while we could. While we got ahead of the rain, we didn’t get ahead of the wind. It steadily built up as the day went on. The ICW churned up and we fought a 15 to 20 knot wind all day.
We were followed most of the day by birds, looking for whatever our wake churned up for them??? There were a few dolphins and we saw many “manatee area” signs but did not see any manatees.
I am constantly amazed by the number of super mansions along the ICW. Who owns these homes? I would be satisfied with a modest bungalow on the water, but I didn’t see any of those!
Passed some interesting sights – a tug pushing a barge flying numerous Trump flags, apparently, he hasn’t given up hope.
And a “Stop” Sign?????
We finally made it to our winter home in Vero Beach at about 3:30pm. The last big adventure for the day, was to bring the boat in and dock. If you’ve ever been to this Marina, you could see why this was an adventure. John kicked up the engines and ran down a 200-hundred-yard fairway into a small marina opening during a cross wind. I know he was nervous, because he wouldn’t let me talk to him until we got into the marina. So glad to finally tie up, knowing that we will not have to get up at the crack-ass-of-dawn for a long time!
Home, Sweet, Home for the winter!