Monday in Manteo

Monday in Manteo (May 10)
View of sunrise from our room. Nice Continental breakfast, there was one hot offering: sausage biscuits. No other takers for the 11 a.m. cruise on the Downeast Rover, a 55-ft schooner based at the Manteo waterfront that sails Roanoke Sound so left our phone number in hopes for an afternoon sail.
Plan B was the Elizabethan Gardens, a serene spot with gardens, paths, benches, water-view gazebo and small nursery. This place is never a disappointment. I can visit a big garden center and walk out empty-handed, but I’ve never left EG without at least one plant (this time five).
Afterward visited the Manteo Hotline Thrift shop, for Amy apparel but found nothing so headed over to Nags Head to another Hotline—this one across from the Ben Franklin (MP 10). Got a few things, back to Tanger Mall, bought a skirt at Dress Barn. Lunch at a KFC/Taco Bell combo at MP 16 when Kim called—we could sail at 3 p.m.
So off we went at 3 on the Downeast Rover. My Sanyo camera jammed, the second one to have lens freeze. Great sailing day though cool. We sailed into the Roanoke Sound, the helmsman had to be extra vigilant dodging crabpots, which were everywhere, including the channel. The first mate, Brian, also works at the restaurant 1587, which is part of the Tranquil House Inn, though closed on Mondays.
Dining choices limited on Mondays, so back to the Full Moon Café, though this time we studied the menu in advance and our bill was half the previous night’s!

Mothers Day in Manteo

Bought two quarts of strawberries at the Grandy market, arrived Manteo 2 p.m., temps in mid-sixties, cloudless blue sky. Bought ice cream cones at appropriately named shop: Mother's Money.
Sat on a bench near the water and people-watched, then checked into the Tranquil House Inn (405 Queen Elizabeth Ave). Great corner room.
Found Fine Yarns at Kimbeeba (207 Budleigh)for Amy's yarn fix, enjoyed wine and cheese in the Inn's hospitality room, then ate at the Full Moon Cafe, 208 Queen Eliz Ave (A-Filet Mignon; N-Ribeye), food good, service slow, they weren't that busy.


Great walk around Manteo, so quiet. Looked for all the town cats, only found one. Back to the room, Amy took a long hot bath, it felt good on her neck and back.

Clueless in Central Florida

Debated route to I-95 from southwest Florida--looked like I-75 to I-4 to I-95 should work. Easy trip until about 18 miles west of Daytona when traffic halted, then moved forward, occasionally surging to 35, then back to 3 mph.
Oh no, could it be? I called Amy.
"When is the Daytona 500?"
"Today," she said.
Mystery solved. An exit appeared, but I figured I'd be better off on the road more traveled. Not.
And from that point on, every illegal U-turn spot had a cop stationed next to it!
Took over two hours to go about 18 miles.
Note to self: When traveling in Florida in February, note Nascar dates.
Only made it to Richmond Hill, GA before crashing.

Fantastic Fakahatchee

Left Key Largo before daylight for the Fakahatchee Strand, a FL state park off Rte 29 between I-75 and the Tamiami Trail, and the orchid/bromeliad capital of the U.S. Fourteen of us had signed up for the Swamp Walk sponsored by the Friends of Fakahatchee--$50 a pop for non FOF members and led by park biologist Mike Owen. A 16-year veteran, he continues to be awed by this place.

We all carried PVC pipe walking sticks, though Mike's had measurements on his. "Two feet," he would cry as we groaned and slogged through the cold water, often tripping over submerged cypress knees.

"Oh! Two and a half!" More groans. Two folks fell down, one man's wet khakis revealed his blue and white striped boxer shorts beneath.
No way to take notes or many photos, we were too afraid we'd fall.


We saw the famed ghost orchid, though not in bloom (only blooms for a week in July), also night-scented orchid and many others. Tons of bromeliads (epiphytes). Noticed on the board there is a "Fuchs bromeliad," but he didn't point it out.

My fellow walkers had one funny quip after another. No humorless botanists here, just jovial nature lovers. One man said he was becoming cold-blooded from standing in the water so long.

I wore a pair of thrift shop $4 Nikes; had to throw away the blackend socks. Goodwill waterproof pants worked great.

Weather in the low 60s, we all got a bit chilled when standing for any length of time in the cold water. Mike said temps got down to record-setting 28 degrees in January.

No rooms available in Everglades City, I found an Italian motel called "Conty's" on Tamiami Trail near Naples. The proprietor was talking to her sister in Rome on Skype when I came in.

A walk in the park

Found the Salvation Army Thrift Store, but walked away empty-handed. Morning warm, already low 70s. John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park 9 a.m. glass-bottom boat tour canceled for lack of interest, so I signed on for 12:15. To kill time, walked the Tamarind and Mangrove trails.

For some reason, I'd envisioned serene. Not. They offered dramamine from the get-go, best description is marine potholes. Finally hovered over a reef and an excellent guide pointed out all the fish and coral formations. At first there was great competition to look at the bottom, but as the queasiness set in, most abandoned that area for the outer deck. I began to regret Dramamine avoidance, closest I've ever been to barf issues. I perservered, but the only fish I remember are the Sergeant Majors...


Shopped for take-home gifts at Beall's Outlet, carryout dinner at Publix and back to the Pelican. Watched a pelican and Egret fight over a fish--Egret won. Wait--this "egret" has yellow legs. Could he be a great white heron?? Stay tuned, I'll find out.

Chatted with my new neighbors from Vero Beach. They say Vero is superior to Melbourne AND West Palm.

Lots of sun today

Feb 11 Took a long walk down rte 1, traffic nonstop but this is the only road to Key West. Learned the difference between the southbound portion--bayside--and northbound--oceanside. Everything from Mrs. Mac's kitchen to Starbucks, plenty of dive shops.

Huddled on the dock trying to get sun, kept my hood on because of the wind, then found a sheltered spot near my room and got quite a bit of sun.

Later shopped at Pink Juntique, found the African Queen, enjoyed the pelicans, bought Key Lime pie at the Key Lime store, got Amy's hoodie at the Sandal Outlet in Tavernier.

Joined the Canadian gals for barbecued shish-kabob; I contributed cheese and crackers and key lime pie.

Oh no, weather says rain is due tomorrow.

Seeking the Seventies...temps, that is

Great breakfast sendoff from Melbourne with Mary and Jim. Without asking anyone's advice, I decided that it would be simpler to take the Florida Turnpike to Rte 1 and ultimately Key Largo instead of mixing with the commoners on I-95.

So I hooked up with the turnpike at Ft. Pierce. I guess it was better, but there were some delays. Anyway, finally exited on Route 1. Lots of construction slowdowns here, too--but there is no alternate route ...

Found my motel, the Pelican [a k a Hungry Pelican], near the 100 mp. I'm staying in the Helicon. They have complimentary kayak/paddleboats. Met two gals from Toronto, we had our own "sunset festival," hope to see more of them tomorrow.

FYI--the milepost numbers grow smaller as you head toward Key West. So I'm still 100 miles away.