Blue Heaven Rendezvous # 14
Heading to Cocoa, Fl
Saturday, November 22, 2008
After some hot showers (that little Honda generator is nice!) which made us feel better after the uncomfortable night we had or I should say, I had, we headed to Cocoa.
When we arrived at Cocoa we were a bit confused. Claiborne Young, in his book about Eastern Florida cruising, said to anchor between the land and the power lines. Skipper Bob, on the other hand, said to anchor south of the power lines. Since all the boats were south, we followed their lead and anchored south. Not one boat ever anchored in the other spot. Now, we are a bit skeptical about Young’s suggestions.
Yesterday afternoon I had called Enterprise Car Rental to be sure they would pick us up in Cocoa if we rented a car to be able to go to the Kennedy Space Center. I called the one in Cape Canaveral, because the one in Cocoa closed at noon and were not open Sunday to return the car. I told her we would be in Cocoa at the municipal dock, but she said to call an hour before we were to rent the ca
r, and give them directions. After getting into Cocoa and having lunch we went ashore. We walked around town killing time until we could get the car. We saw all the shops and especially the one store Al liked, was SF Travis Co. It was the largest hardware store we have ever been in. It was two stories high and went from one room to another, to another, etc. It had a wrench that was almost as tall as me! The only thing the sales clerk said they did not carry was wood, because they have termites.
Finally it was time to call the rental agency and when we did, the young lady said, “We cannot pick you up in Cocoa that is a half hour away.” I said yesterday you did not have a problem with it, and today you can’t? She said we could have the car if we could get to the agency. So we cancelled the car and there went our plans for Sunday. It was too late to call another agency, so we figure we will do it on our way back north.
At the park off the municipal dock they were having a special day, because the Christmas tree lightning and boat parade were that night. There were little ones playing in man-made snow and people were ice skating at the rink they had set up. It was a great place to soothe ourselves after our plans were foiled by the mean Grinch lady at Enterprise!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
We took our bikes into Cocoa and found a bike friendly road that followed the water. It was a lovely ride and gave us the exercise we so badly needed. We also checked out Cocoa Village Marina for future reference.
Heading to Cocoa, Fl
Saturday, November 22, 2008
After some hot showers (that little Honda generator is nice!) which made us feel better after the uncomfortable night we had or I should say, I had, we headed to Cocoa.
When we arrived at Cocoa we were a bit confused. Claiborne Young, in his book about Eastern Florida cruising, said to anchor between the land and the power lines. Skipper Bob, on the other hand, said to anchor south of the power lines. Since all the boats were south, we followed their lead and anchored south. Not one boat ever anchored in the other spot. Now, we are a bit skeptical about Young’s suggestions.
Yesterday afternoon I had called Enterprise Car Rental to be sure they would pick us up in Cocoa if we rented a car to be able to go to the Kennedy Space Center. I called the one in Cape Canaveral, because the one in Cocoa closed at noon and were not open Sunday to return the car. I told her we would be in Cocoa at the municipal dock, but she said to call an hour before we were to rent the ca
r, and give them directions. After getting into Cocoa and having lunch we went ashore. We walked around town killing time until we could get the car. We saw all the shops and especially the one store Al liked, was SF Travis Co. It was the largest hardware store we have ever been in. It was two stories high and went from one room to another, to another, etc. It had a wrench that was almost as tall as me! The only thing the sales clerk said they did not carry was wood, because they have termites.Finally it was time to call the rental agency and when we did, the young lady said, “We cannot pick you up in Cocoa that is a half hour away.” I said yesterday you did not have a problem with it, and today you can’t? She said we could have the car if we could get to the agency. So we cancelled the car and there went our plans for Sunday. It was too late to call another agency, so we figure we will do it on our way back north.
At the park off the municipal dock they were having a special day, because the Christmas tree lightning and boat parade were that night. There were little ones playing in man-made snow and people were ice skating at the rink they had set up. It was a great place to soothe ourselves after our plans were foiled by the mean Grinch lady at Enterprise!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
We took our bikes into Cocoa and found a bike friendly road that followed the water. It was a lovely ride and gave us the exercise we so badly needed. We also checked out Cocoa Village Marina for future reference.
Back to the boat we went for a leisurely afternoon. While sitting in the cockpit I looked up to see a racing boat raising its spinnaker in the anchorage. I said to Al, “They are going to hit that anchored boat!” Sure enough the bows came together and the spinnak
er caught on the anchored boat’s spreaders. There was no one on the anchored boat. A lot of the boats in the anchorage are what Al and I call “derelict” boats. Boats that you can tell haven’t been moved for a long time. The growth along their waterline tells it all. One of the racers hoped on board the anchored boat while the others dropped the spinnaker. He gathered it up and then hopped on board the race boat. Off they went, raising their jib to continue the race as if nothing had happened. Luckily, no major damage was done as you can see by my pictures of the incident.
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Hi Arlene! We have finally learned how to post a comment (we hope). And we have to confess that we have done worse while racing than the collision you witnessed.
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