We’ve been in Orlando for a day and a half, and have driven to Cocoa Beach twice already.
The first time was to see if I could handle the commute from our beach home to my work. My hotel only has one branch in Florida, and it’s in Orlando. If we move to Florida though, we want to live on the beach. I think. Heck, we don’t know what we want. BUT, I do know, if we lived on the beach, I could handle the drive. It’s not much further than my commute now.
The second time we went, was to satisfy my urge to SUP. I have wanted to SUP ever since I saw a guy and his dog SUPn’ in the Keys.
It was everything I dreamed it would be and more.
The morning was beautiful, and immediately upon standing, we saw manatees.
They were everywhere and would come right up to our boards, poking their heads up to pose for pictures and sometimes pushing us along.
Hubby couldn’t resist the urge to pet them, but we found out later it’s not a good idea, and could be considered harassment. Manatees are so friendly, and there’s concern they will get too used to people thereby placing themselves in danger.
But these guys were already NOT afraid of us. I was more afraid they’d tip me off my board.
We spent a lot of time paddling around these so-ugly-they’re-cute mammals, before heading up and down the coast of the cove.
The wind picked up a few hours into our fun, adding a little bit of a challenge to it. But for me, more challenge equals more fun. It wasn’t difficult keeping my balance, it was more difficult getting somewhere. At times, I felt like I was on a SUPmill, which come to think of it, would be way more fun than a treadmill.
Eventually, we paddled our way back to the “loading dock”, a small trail leading down to the water.
I was sad our 3 hours were up, but I KNOW I’ll be SUPn again soon. Although next time, it may be on the West coast… because we might just want to live there….