We’ve not been “in the forest” yet. We’ve ridden our bikes around the park, up the long hill to the little shopping center next to the RV Resort and down the long hill to the mobile home park and to the grocery store even farther down hill. YES! Their deli’s chicken livers are still really good! We’ll be riding up the hill again because I have an Anniversary card to mail to my sister Becky and her husband Larry! Happy Anniversary, Kids!!
It was too cool to unfold the portaboat and way too cool to don wet suits and snorkel in the fresh water spring this park is known for so we set the GPS for Ormand Beach and went off exploring for the day. RT 40 all the way to the ocean. The parking lot at the pretty beach we found was just about empty. WAY to cold and WAY to windy to be walking in the surf or sand. The red warning flags were holding ever so tightly to their sturdy poles! The park had lovely paved picnic spots and even a dancing fountain area for the kids to run thru. Obviously, it wasn’t operating or the icy water spray would have ended up in the parking lot across the 4-lane highway! On down A1A to Daytona Beach, we found a great parking spot that did not have a parking meter next to it and was only 4 spots from the boardwalk and the Daytona Fishing Pier! The strong winds felt almost hurricane force to someone who has never had to endure such power! My poor hat was not going to make it so off it came and stayed secure in my hand as we strolled down the boardwalk and back via the brightly decorated street. On the way we passed over the historic arch that allowed the Daytona bike racers to enter the beach where the original Daytona races were held in days past.
On day we finally took a chance and unfolded the boat and slid it into the clear water at the mouth of the spring. The little 2 horsepower motor chugged along and pushed us steadily on as we headed out the Salt Springs Run. As we finally turned back and were heading to the launch, the boat shuttered and rolled as tho we had hit a large boulder hidden under the water. Startled, I grabbed for the gunnels on each side of the little wobbly craft and turned to H to see what he had hit. He was as astonished as I! We determined that we had been hit by a manatee as we watched its large flat tail disappear under the water out past the back of the boat!