Sanford to Naval Air Station, Jacksonville

While we were at Sanford, Judy rented a car and drove home to take care of some business, then returned on the morning of Thursday, June 10th. We did a little quick shopping, turned in the rental car, and then departed Monroe Harbor Marina to head downstream toward the ICW.

We stopped a few hours later at Hontoon Island State Park (where we had spent three nights on the way upstream) since we enjoyed that area so much. We had thought we might stop at Blue Springs Park on the way, but when we looked at the only two anchorages available we decided to bypass that park this trip. The stop at Hontoon Island State Park turned out to be an interesting one. Late in the afternoon as we were sitting topside reading we saw a strange looking bird swimming toward the island; it took a while to realize it was a juvenile sand hill crane apparently not yet able to fly swimming through the alligator-infested waters to join its parents on the island! We see sand hill cranes almost daily at our home, but had never seen one swimming. Quite an unusual site. Then, shortly after sunset, the alligators began appearing. One was obviously much larger than the others and cruised both sides of the river and then entered the area around the docks at the island where it apparently threatened a smaller 'gator which quickly swam away. Good thing the sand hill crane had made it to shore well before the 'gators started their nightly patrol.

The next day we continued downstream (north) to the southern end of Lake George and then turned left off the main channel to anchor near the entrance to Crystal Glen Spring Run, one of the many fresh water springs in central Florida. The afternoon was hot, and we didn't waste much time after anchoring getting the dinghy into the water and motoring into the spring. As soon as we got near the spring's mouth the water got clear and cooler, and after actually entering the spring we could easily see the bottom, fish swimming around, and aquatic plants of various kinds.

The spring originates about 3/4 of a mile to the west of Lake George's shoreline, and near the actual spring the body of water gets a little wider with a roped-off state park at the far end. Boats of all descriptions were anchored in the very shallow area just before the source while others were pulled up on the sandy shoreline. There were a number of small house boats, kayaks, canoes, small runabouts, and various types of pontoon boats - even a guy selling hot dogs and sodas from a pontoon boat which he would frequently motor around the other boats. People were in the water talking and swimming and generally enjoying the cool spring water. As we were leaving we saw one large gar perhaps 3 feet long as well as other fish of unknown types.

That evening the wind suddenly picked up from less than 5 mph to around 15-17 mph from the south-east as we began hearing thunder in the distance. Eventually we could see the lightning in the clouds as the sun was still setting, and soon it became obvious that we were on the edge of a large thunderstorm. NOAA weather radio indicated that a severe storm was heading south - and it did as it skirted just to the west of the lake. Eventually the storm passed and the wind calmed down to nearly nothing.

Saturday morning we departed Silver Glen Springs Run and ran 37 miles to Porters Cove, about three miles south of Palatka, where we anchored for the night. We dinghied downstream 1.5 miles to the free restaurant dock at Corky Bell's Restaurant where we met friends for dinner, and were back on Sanderling (again via dinghy) before sunset. The air was still and hot enough that we ran the generator and both air conditioning units until about 0100 the next morning in order to keep cool enough to sleep comfortably.




On Sunday we had planed to travel as far as the free restaurant dock on Six Mile Creek, just south of Green Cove Springs, to spend the night; however, due to the hot weather with temps approaching 95 we decided to stop for a late lunch at the Outback Crab Shack restaurant and continue north to Naval Air Station Jacksonville where we could be in an inexpensive marina with electricity for air conditioning. We're glad we made that choice. The temps have been in the mid to high 90s with humidity to match, making a heat index near 105 for the past several days!

Judy is driving home Tuesday evening to work in her hospital on Wednesday.  While she's away, Bob is going to try to fix, at least temporarily, the aft cabin air conditioner which seems to have it's own rules about the best time to run and rest. When Judy returns on Thursday morning we'll depart for a Jacksonville and a few nights at the Landing so we can do some more sight-seeing for a day. Then we'll head into the ICW and south toward Merritt Island and home.

Palatka to Sanford

After Palatka the St. Johns River changes its character. Where downstream (north) of Palatka is is broad and lake-like, upstream (south) of Palatka is is a meandering stream connecting a series of lakes.

We departed Palatka and the crab festival on Sunday, May 30, and immediately experienced a different river than we had been seeing before. We cruised a few miles upstream to Murphy Creek (forms Murphy Island with the St. Johns River) and entered the creek looking for an anchorage for a few days. Murphy Creek winds around in a narrow necklace on the south side of Murphy Island with deep water and cypress swamps on either side. Since it was a holiday weekend there were a number of small boats speeding through the creek, and a few pulled up near the shore in clumps of water hyacinths fishing. We couldn't find any spot we felt was suitable for an anchorage for several days, particularly with the small boats zipping around in the relatively narrow ribbon of deep water.

We completed the circuit on Murphy Creek, exiting back into the St. Johns River near Rat Island, and proceeded into an anchorage on the right bank ascending at the Palatka Yacht Club houseboat. We had difficulty getting the anchor to hold when we backed down, and decided to haul in the anchor and try another location. As we raised the anchor, we discovered that we had hooked a cinder block and small line (probably part of an old crab trap). Judy was able to raise the anchor to the bow pulpit and dislodge the cinder block with a boat hook. We then moved a bit further upstream and anchored in a large cove on the north side of Murphy Island about 300 yards downstream from a submerged sand bar that was being used the the small boat crowd for a holiday party - having a great time with kids and adults in the water throwing footballs, swimming, jumping off of boats, and talking.

The next day, Monday - Memorial Day - the small boats were showing up at the sand bar by the time we were up and about at 0800! More boats kept arriving throughout the morning, and by noon the submerged beach was crowded. The boats ran the gamut from PWCs, 14 foot uncovered pontoon boats, and ski boats, to larger covered pontoon boats and 26-28 foot SeaRay type boats, even a large house boat. A few hours later the clouds started getting darker and darker. Some of the small boats started leaving - others stayed. By the time the rain and wind picked up, most of the boats had departed, but a few remained. Those that left early might have gotten "home" before the bad wind and rain; those that remained got soaked and blown around. We could see a few people on some of the smaller boats huddling under blue tarps! At least the rain was warm. One of the boats, in the middle of the storms, left the sandbar and went behind one of the small islands for some protection from the wind. Later, after the storms had passed, the remaining boats headed for home - a soggy conclusion to Memorial Day.

On Tuesday, June 1st, we shipped anchor about 1120 and headed upstream to Welaka where we were able to tie up to one of the dolphins at the end of the town dock. A sign indicated that there was no charge for use of the dock, but didn't say whether there was a limit on how long a boat could stay or if overnight tie-ups were permitted. We walked the few blocks into town and stopped at the town hall where we asked, and were told that overnights were OK as long as we stayed with the boat. We also located the local wooden boat museum, but it was closed for the day, so we decided to tour the museum the next day when it opened at 10:00 AM.

The next day we appeared at the museum shortly after it opened, and were glad that we had spent the night and waited to tour the museum. The museum contained, among other things, 13 boats built by Richard Speas, who built all of the boats displayed from small blocks of butternut epoxied together using a technique he developed in the 1970s; all of the boats were built in the 15 years between 1990 and 2005 using his unusual technique and restored parts from older, abandoned, boats. Propulsion included steam and early gasoline engines. Other items in the museum included vases made by a nephew using the same technique, a display of old gasoline engines, and various family photographs.




 After visiting the museum, we departed Welaka and a few hours later anchored south of Black's Point off Georgetown, Florida, for the remainder of the day and the night.

Thursday, June 3rd, was to be our longest days run on the river - 40.3 statute miles and 6 hours 5 minutes underway. We departed Black's Point at 0750 and crossed Lake George, seven feet deep everywhere except in the straight-as-an-arrow, 10 mile long, 10-12 foot deep channel running down it's center to the river at the southern (upstream) end. At it's southern end we entered another totally different river experience on the same St. Johns River. This one was even narrower and more twisting, with a few sections hugging the edge of very shallow lakes only to twist back into a small river and continue it's twisting and turning meandering. We saw more alligators along this stretch of the river than we'd seen during all our other cruising experiences; most were small, around 4-5 feet, but once in awhile there would be a larger one crossing the river or moving along its bank.

At about 1400 we tied our lines to the upstream dock at Hontoon Island State Park, a gem along the St. Johns River, with 40 slips for small boats as well as two larger outer docks, water and electricity, campgrounds, picnic and play areas, and nature trails leading to a large shell mound at the southwest corner of the island-park from the period when the island was the home of Timucuan Indians. The island is accessible only by private boat or free ferry operated by the park staff. We liked the park so well that we stayed for three nights!

The second day at the park we dingied into the Dead River along the north edge of the park. The cypress swamp along either side was incredible, with knees growing thickly between the older trees. Spanish moss covers most of the branches. 

In the morning of our last day at the park, prior to the now daily afternoon thunderstorms (and hot, humid weather) we hiked the nature trail to the Indian mound. As the trail headed toward the Dead River along the north side of the park, we spotted two adult deer and a fawn grazing on plants along the edge of the river. The fawn disappeared into the dense undergrowth and trees, but we could hear it bleating and one of the does responding as they slowly moved through the brush and onto a trail leading away from the area.

We then continued along the trail to the Indian mound and ascended a rather unusual hill and in another 30 yards came to a seat with a sign reading "End of the Trail." We looked around and there was no mound to be seen, but we were standing on shells - we were on the mound and had been since the trail started rising. There was a huge tree growing at the "end of the trail" and other trees and bushes growing on the mound itself. Off to one side was a truly "dismal" swamp - standing water covered with green growth amidst huge cypress trees and knees. Interestingly, cooler air was rising out of the swamp beside the Indian mound.

We departed Hontoon Island State Park on Sunday, June 6th and headed further upstream to Sanford, about 20 miles distance. Since this was a weekend, we encountered many kayhaks, small outboard and fishing boats, and PWCs as we cruised past Blue Springs State Park (swim in crystal clear water) and many small marinas and boat launch ramps. Again, even with many alligators in the water, people were swimming from sandy beaches along the river, their boats run up on the beach. We crossed under the rail road bridge at the Port of Sanford, on the north end of Lake Monroe, and we could see Sanford and the Monroe Harbor Marina a few miles across the lake. As we entered the lake we counted 14 PWCs zooming northward heading toward the narrow part of the St. Johns River we had just left.

Ahead was the city of Sanford and the Monroe Harbor Marina. After some confusing non-directions from a marina employee who probably had never been in a boat on the water around the marina, we finally found our slip and tied up for a few days in the marina's east basin.





Sanford has a beautiful riverwalk and downtown area. There's quite a history to the region which was once the commercial center of Florida (back in the steamboat days).

St. Johns River to Palatka

From Wikipedia: The St. Johns River is the longest river in the U.S. state of Florida and its most significant for commercial and recreational use. At 310 miles (500 km) long, it winds through or borders twelve counties, three of which are the state's largest. The drop in elevation from the headwaters to the mouth is less than 30 feet (9.1 m); like most Florida waterways, the St. Johns has a very slow flow rate at a third of a mile an hour (0.2 km/h), and is often described as "lazy". It is one of a small number of rivers in the United States to run north. Numerous lakes are formed by the river or flow into it, but as a river its widest point is 3 miles (4.8 km) across, spanning several miles between Palatka and Jacksonville, the latter being the largest urban area on the river. The narrowest point is in the headwaters, an unnavigable marsh in Indian River County, Florida. In all, 3.5 million people live within the various watersheds that feed into the St. Johns River.

As we entered the St. Johns River, the first site is a commercial shipyard on the northern bank laying alongside the entrance to the continuation of the ICW heading north. The shipyard is always busy with megayachts and commercial vessels in various stages of construction and repair.
Turning upstream toward Jacksonville (westward, at this point), we cruise past industrial areas with container ships being loaded and unloaded, and other port facilities catering to ocean going ships of all types and sizes. There are also beautiful homes on bluffs overlooking the broad river as it twists and turns it's way northward from it's swampy beginnings 300 miles upstream.

About 20 miles upstream of the ICW, downtown Jacksonville comes into view. We take a spot at the free dock at Jacksonville Landing, and enjoy the busy downtown area for a day.

Jacksonville Landing is a great spot to spend a night or two and take in the attractions of downtown Jacksonville. Those include a library, art museum, free trolley, monorail to the other side and the Science Museum and more restaurants.



We depart Jacksonville Landing the next day, Wednesday, May 19th, pass under the I-95 highway bridge and the CSX railway bridge and onto one of the large "lakes" that form various parts of the St. Johns River. This is where the St. Johns River curves 90 degrees and becomes essentially a north-south river the rest of the way to it's origins. At this point the river is 3-5 miles wide at various places, so there's not much to see on the shore line. There are also very few cruising boats, but quite a few smaller fishing boats heading upstream to their favorite fishing grounds.

We stop at Mulberry Cove Marina at Naval Air Station Jacksonville for a few nights, and then cruise a short distance further to Doctors Lake, a nice anchorage on the western side of the river where we spend a few nights enjoying the sunshine and mild (not hot - yet) temperatures. Judy even goes for a swim in the lake. We're the only boat anchored in the Mill Cove on the southern shore of Doctors Lake, but there is a boat launching ramp about 1/2 mile distance with many PWCs and small fishing craft being launched throughout the day.

We returned to Mulberry Cove Marina for a few more days while Judy drove home for a few days, then departed southbound on Thursday, May 27th heading upstream again. That day we departed the St. Johns River for a side-trip up Black Creek just north of Green Cove Springs. The creek is a narrow throwback to the Florida of yesterday, meandering through thick cypress swamp on both sides. We turned around a short distance before a 20 foot high bridge that would prevent us from going further, worked our way back

downstream seeing an occasional bass boat flying by on its way to a favorite fishing spot at 60 plus miles an hour, then re-entered the St. Johns River and anchored for the rest of the day at Hallowes Cove (approximately statute mile 45 from the mouth of the St. John River). We took this opportunity of an early afternoon anchorage to put the dinghy in the water and make a short dinghy trip around the cove, and to take a few pictures of Sanderling at anchor.

The next day (Friday, May 28th) we move further upstream to the small town of Palatka at approximately statute mile 77 where we tied up to the town dock in one of the two locations on that dock which can accommodate a boat the size of Sanderling. Most of the dock, on both sides, is taken up with short slips that can be used by boats of up to perhaps 24 feet in length. Unknown to us when we arrived, the Memorial Day Crab Festival was taking place, and the dock was in the park at the south end of the area where the festival was located. Helicopter rides were a hot item, and the small helicopter landed in a parking lot at the land-side of the dock about 100 yards from Sanderling every 2 minutes and 15 seconds - cost $10.00 per person! The flights started at 10:00 AM and continued until 10:30 PM - needless to say, the noise never stopped, but it was fun watching the bird load and unload its passengers (two at a time) and observing the small boats coming and going to the small slips throughout the day. A boat launching ramp alongside the dock added additional viewing enjoyment! We walked the streets of the festival one hot afternoon and sampled some of the food being offered. After two days, it was time to depart even though the festival still had a day and half to go!

Departure, Shuttle Launch, along the ICW

We departed Manatee Cove Marina at Patrick Air Force Base Florida on May 13, 2010, at 1400, on a clear, sunny day. Wind was east at 10 mph, temp was 84 F and the barometer was 30.2. At 1820 that evening we anchored just north of the NASA Causeway at ICW mile marker 885.

The next morning we were underway at 0825 and at 1125 anchored in the Mosquito Lagoon at mile marker 865 (near ATON #29) in order to watch the launch of the shuttle Atlantis which was scheduled for 1420. The air was a little hazy, but we still had an unobstructed view of the launch tower and shuttle on the launch pad looking south to Kennedy Space Center. The launch was picture perfect, taking place at 1420, exactly as scheduled! We had never observed a launch from the north before, and it was exciting to watch the shuttle from the moment of lift off arching out to the northeast as it passed right in front of us. We could see the booster rockets separate with the naked eye.

The following day (May 15th) we shipped anchor at 0835 and were on our way to Daytona. We passed by a long stretch of manufactured home communities along the northern end of Mosquito Lagoon, through New Smyrna Beach, and through the bridges of Daytona until we reached Sea Breeze bridge and an anchorage north of the bridge on the east side of the ICW - a spot we frequently anchor when heading through Daytona. The bridge pilings in Daytona have very artistic murals created with small tiles near the water, and they always elicit a comment about how nice they look and why other communities don't make the effort to create such pleasant structures.

The following day we passed through St. Augustine, where the new bridge is completed and the temporary bridge is being dismantled. Interestingly, we learned later that the new bridge which replaced an older bridge which was in the exact same spot, utilizing some of the structure of the old bridge, is a few feet closer to the water than was the bridge it replaced. This will necessitate opening the bridge more frequently for boats which cannot clear it's lower height!

On the way to St. Augustine the ICW passes within yards of State Road A1A as it winds its way south on Amelia Island.

We anchored that night at Pine Island (mile 765), about 15 miles north of St. Augustine and within three hours striking distance the next day of the St. Johns River.

On Monday, May 17th, we were underway at 0805 after spending the night checking the boat's position from time to time with the wind gusting to 25 mph and rain pelting the boat. The rain continued into the morning, and as we approached the ICW (mile 740) we determined that the tidal current on the St. Johns River would be against us (as much as 4 mph) all the way to Jacksonville, making for a very long day with extremely slow progress for the 20 miles up river when we can only make about 7.5 mph through the water! We opted to go into a marina for the remainder of the day to wait for a favorable tidal current the next morning, so at 1040 we had our lines to a dock at the Palm Cove Marina at mile 746. We spent the day cleaning the boat, and ate dinner at an extremely nice restaurant on the marina premises - Marker 32.

On Tuesday morning we cast off our lines at 0745 at dead low tide and worked our way across the muddy, shallow entrance to the marina back into the ICW. At 0900 we entered the St. Johns River and turned west instead of crossing to reenter the ICW as we usually do! The winds were from the west, the water was smooth, and the flooding tidal current almost canceled out the ocean-bound current of the St. Johns River as we headed upstream to Sanford.