I was certain that on the day that I was headed for a alligator river, I would see an alligator.   

I literally kept my eyes peeled all day!

Though in retrospect, it would have been wise to do a little research and find out if there actually were alligators in these waterways before spending all day trying to spot one.   Ah well, what other way did I have planned to spend my day.  

As I tried to spot these prehistoric creatures, I prayed nothing went wrong with the propeller or rudder, etc.   No way was I getting into swamp in this part of America!

But like so many days on the ICW, the miles would fly by.  The scenery looked the same all along this route and the day seemed to just pass me by.  I barely recall the turns and bridges along the way.   Its all just a blur.  

I wish I had more to report on this day but truly it feels as though it never happened. 

After dropping the anchor, I sat in the sunshine in the cockpit to get some Vitamin D on my face as it went down on the horizon.   I plotted my route for the next day and tried to decide what to make for dinner.   I settled on a butternut squash soup with couscous on the side.  Topped with some fresh tomato, sour cream and green onions.

With no internet here in the boonies, I lit a fire in the wood stove and settled down with my favorite book “South Sea Vagabond” by Johnny Wray.  

It was off to bed early as these cold evenings drove you under the covers much earlier than normal.