Some day I’ll write a song called “Stuck in Sebastian.” It won’t be pretty. Kind of a gloomy dirge.
Four nights in this Gastronomic Paradise is about all I can stand. Last night the two good restaurants were both closed…what a concept…let’s both close on Tuesday nights! We walked to Rosie’s – a genuine biker bar. All they could offer me was a turkey club sandwich. Sheesh.
I hope to leave tomorrow. The new transmission cooler is installed, and tomorrow morning we do a final purge to ensure that all (or almost all) of the seawater is out of the transmission. It’s supposed to look red. Right now, it looks like Pepto Bismol.
We’re planning a short leg tomorrow – to Titusville. Another town with little to recommend it, but it’s 60 miles closer to home. It’s a slow leg with many Manatee Zones, which require reduced speed. Then a 100-mile leg to St. Augustine. If we make it that far, then we go another 100 miles to Brunswick GA, and then Skidaway Island, just below Savannah. Out of Florida at last!
Tonight I’m going to order pizza delivery. I expect to be in my usual high spirits tomorrow. I am always happier when we’re underway!
Rod & Guinness' Amazing Adventures 
Rod, I’ve been following your blog since December. Sounds like a real adventure. Should make a good book when you’re all done. Glad to see you have a Cummins engine. I worked for Cummins and marketed those marine engines while I was there. Great engine. Look forward to talking with you when you return home. Jim Quin
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