After breakfast, Roy assembled his bicycle and rode across the bridge to the grocery store, while I got back in my Royak and paddled over. This time, I went around the south end of the island instead of the north end. I was delighted to see a lovely public park right on the water's edge. There were ladders going down into the water, so I had no problem landing. Pulled my Royak up onto the grass and attached it to a post. There was even a shaded bench to sit on while I took off my waders and put on my shoes. The road out of the park led right to the shopping center, less than two blocks away. There was a Publix market as well as the Winn-Dixie, so I went there, because the prices are lower. Roy had already been and gone by the time I got there, but we'd agreed ahead of time what each of us would get, so there was no duplication, except for broccoli, which looked so good, Roy couldn't resist getting an extra bunch.
The temperature must have been in the eighties. I was plenty warm in my shorts and short-sleeved top. I thoroughly enjoyed paddling back and forth across the river, and Roy enjoyed riding his bike. We'd have liked to spend a week here, but if we're ever going to get to Aruba, we've got to get going. Besides, we'd have been broke in a few days in this place.
I wanted to go for a swim in that big, beautiful swimming pool, but the water was heated only by the sun, and even though the air was warm, the water wasn't exactly hot. I stuck in a big toe and quickly pulled it out. Then I stuck in the other toe and pulled it out. I finally got brave enough to walk down the steps until I was in water up to my knees. Then I decided to give it up and take a warm shower instead.
After lunch, we departed. Even though we'd gotten off to a late start, we covered thirty miles. We found a place to anchor near Jensen Beach. A number of other sailboats were anchored there, too.
We're surprised by the number of freight trains in Florida. We've heard more freight trains going by in the past few days than in the previous several years. On the other hand, we haven't seen any barges, so apparently they move freight by train instead of barge down here.
This Blog is our mother's logs from her sails aboard Jofian. Our mother, Clare Holt, wrote a log every day and after her first sail to Mexico, she bought a laptop to write and save her logs. She sailed when the World Wide Web was first created, there was not as much on the Internet back then, no Wi-Fi, Internet access was very limited. I know if she were sailing today that she would be putting her logs in a Blog, so I am doing it for her. Mom’s logs to Alaska are on saillogsalaska.blogspot.com.
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