Titusville, Fl

We've thus far failed to make the checkout time of every motel we've stayed in, including Flagler Beach's "Topaz."

It should also be noted that, upon Charles' spill in the middle of Farandina, he failed to slap the ground "judo style" as his father has always admonished, and once demonstrated on the streets of New York.

The weather said it felt like 105 today and we couldn't disagree. We also considered buying a snorkle for the humidity, or perhaps some gills. At Daytona we couldn't go as fast as the cars, but wished we were as naked as the spring breakers.

Somewhat by chance, we ventured into a Merit Island wildlife preserve on Cape Canaveral where we saw both manatees and alligators. A friendly fellow named Keith took us to the top of the draw bridge control tower of the Haulover Canal, which gave us a bird's eye view of the Kennedy Space Center and lots of trash. From there we mosied into Titusville, cognizant of keeping up the requisite 13 mph beyond which mosquitos cannot attack. We presume the figure is lower for alligators, but don't wish to collect any empirical data. The only restaurant in town closed at 9, making our 9:01 arrival heartbreaking. Goodnight from Burger King.