St. Augustine

Arrived at the Marker 8 Marina in St. Augustine into a back-in slip and didn’t hit anything! That makes 10 days since the mangroves attacked the boat in North Venice for those keeping score at home! I’m still finding twigs and leaves on the boat from that little encounter. It’s a subtle reminder of past mishaps and to not get too cocky.

St. Augustine lays claim to being the oldest city in the U.S., founded in 1565 by Spanish admiral, Pedro Menendez de Aviles. For my British friends, that doesn’t sound all that old. But, for us “bloody colonials” (as my friend Roger once called me in jest), it’s old! From what I’ve seen the city looks modern and clean.

The waterfront here is really hopping during the day. Maybe that’s just because it’s the weekend but there are boats of all shapes and sizes zipping around and making the marina a little “bouncy” with all the boat wakes. There are Spanish Galleon replicas, large sailing ships, party boats and, of course, the booze cruise. Tonight it’s settled down quite a bit.

I have to be at Jacksonville on Wednesday, the 24th for my monthly trip home for treatment and I only have about 50 miles to go so I might just stay here another day and explore St. Augustine a little.

Another beautiful day in Florida

Sunset over St. Augustine