Location: Saint Augustine
We left Palm Springs and had barely made it twenty miles before we came to a bridge that was "out of order." Four other sailboats were stuck for the night in the salt marsh with us. We had no choice but to throw out the hook and wait it out. Dad was not happy, he had been really looking forward to making it to Saint Augustine to meet up with the two other boats we had been sailing with. I don't know how, after all his years of sailing he hasn't learned that it is useless to set your watch during these trips - you just have to go with the flow. All turned out well though we had a nice relaxed dinner. Since we made it back to Florida Dad has been telling people that I am itching to get home. Summer is approaching New England, and while that is very enticing it is really not New England that I am itching to get to. I just want to see the next place, to have the next adventure, to explore more. Today Dad finally agreed that we had been moving up the coast at a snails pace and that even he wants to start our typical fifty mile routine again. This broken bridge isn't helping but the sunset was worth being stuck in time for (please see below).
In the morning we had a short ride to Saint Augustine and we were able to get in a bike ride right when we arrived the next day. Dad found a bike shop and got maps of some good routes in the area, the problem was that none of these routes told the average biker just how many miles they were. Dad is a very experienced biker with bike shorts, gloves, and seasoned techniques. I like to bike but I don't do it very often. Totally by accident we ended up on a route that was forty miles long. It was great, very scenic, but really tough. We saw farms, and forests, the beach and historic Saint Augustine but by mile 35 my brain was contemplating ways to fake an injury. We got dinner when we made it back to downtown Saint Augustine and then went back to the boat to fall asleep at around 7pm - clearly we were wiped.
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