Daytona to New Smyrna Beach – 16 nautical miles sailed, 6 bridges
After a slow morning and delicious breakfast of French toast layered with fruit and maple syrup, and little pork-in-a-tube hockey pucks, we took the dinghy into LoggerHead marina, tied up at the public dock, and started walking. We went across one of the many bridges to the Daytona peninsula and found a dried up, beaten down, tired, seedy, and aged beach resort town. We couldn’t find a coffee shop, but we did find one lively place – Dirty Harry’s Pub, with a gaggle of bikers in their stylish costumes hanging out in front drinking.
With that, we decided to push on from Daytona Beach as it had given me this strange aftertaste in my mouth like I’d been sucking on a spark plug.
We set sail (motor), traveled 16 miles to New Smyrna, had a couple of failed anchoring attempts, then finally stuck it. By that time of the day it was a bit too late to drop the dinghy and go into town, so instead spend a relaxing couple of hours in the cockpit reading and chilling out.
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