Holy cow, I'm as tired as I have ever been. As stated earlier, Alana's autopilot crapped out once and for all as soon as I left Jacksonville. This meant 33 straight hours of hand steering, something I am not eager to try again. The weather was fair, with light winds, so my hat is off to anyone that has steered this long in foul weather. I fell asleep at the helm a few times, either banging my head on the wheel, or feeling it snap back on my slender neck.....what a terrible feeling that is; I think it might be the last sensation Saddam Hussein experienced!I had reserved a slip at Cape Marina and was struck by its affordability. Once I checked it out today, I understood the pricing. It was bordered on one side by a million-dollar sport fisherman and on the other by what appeared to be surplus WWII tank obstacles. I managed to secure a floating slip for roughly twice the price, but when one factors in all the fiberglass repairs, I think it was a sound decision.
The above sign captures the spirit of Port Canaveral pretty well. It's good to be here; good to be in a place that offers tasty burgers, but I have no plans to move here. I have a short list of things to take care of tomorrow, then it is off to Inverness to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with Jessica and her family. I'll be back Sunday evening, and will do my best to get the new autopilot installed Monday
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