Day 202: Monday, March 25, 2013
Port to Port: Titusville, Florida
Underway: 0:00 am Motor Off: 0:00 pm Miles Traveled: 0 Stayed At: Marina
Mile to Mile: The winds starting howling early and we were really glad to get out of the unprotected mooring field into the protected harbor. We still have the car today so we want to do some shopping and a little exploring. We spent all morning and most of the afternoon doing errands – auto parts store for new dinghy motor spark plugs (success), marine store to try to get a carb rebuild kit (success), Publix to get a sandwich for lunch (success), and Walmart for everything else.
Our most exciting stop of the day was the post office although this too ended up being an ordeal. We were expecting a small care package of fresh banana bread from Sarah (dreams do come true) but when we got to the post office we had it sent to General Delivery, it was an empty building – that’s not good. For a town this size they only have two post offices many miles apart. We have two within five minutes of our house at home (and three auto parts stores and a couple marine supply places). We finally found the closest one about two miles away but had no idea if the package would have gone there. After waiting in line forever (its not surprising they are going bankrupt), and watching the clerk disappear into the back room, he finally returned with our much anticipated package. I had the package ripped open and we shared a couple big chunks of Sarah’s banana bread before we left the parking lot (thanks Sarah).
By now there was no time to drive around and explore – I had to return the car by 5 pm so I dropped off all our groceries and Cindy at the boat and drove to Enterprise a couple mile south. I took a leisurely walk home – I needed a few pictures for the blog. I walked down one of the other docks at the marina looking at boats and noticed an interesting sailboat with a bi-pole mast system. I have always thought this would be an interesting design. I ended up talking to Jim for an hour and a half. He is 77 (almost 78) and is planning to move to land pretty soon. He has lived a very interesting life and I enjoyed chatting with him and learning about his many adventures. And he still has a few more on his bucket list. (Good luck, Jim).
I finally got back to the boat (an hour and a half after I left) and we made some nachos for dinner, watched a Netflix movie (finally the wifi is working okay) and slept soundly with only the gentle lapping of ripples on the hull. Where do the days go?
