April 19,2011 Started this day (albeit a very interesting one) by pulling the muddy anchor at Daytona & starting north once more on the ICW. No sooner got into the channel and the Memorial Bridge we needed open decided to close for repairs. We idled around waiting for the next opening. No sooner did the horn sound (to raise the bridge) when we went into the mud (at 3.7 ft.) Thank goodness for Garnder's level head. He brought us out of the mud (backwards) and we made it through the bridge before it closed again. Most of the bridges (there are many) along the ICW are 65 ft & no problem. On this day we had 4 shorter bridges, 3 that we needed to have open. We are getting good experience at waiting! We continued along the ICW, cruised past Port Orange, Palm Coast & Flagler Beach. In the middle of the day our Northstar chart plotter decided to die on us (& we couldn't recover it). We were very glad we had our back up chart plotter (Coastal Explorer) on the lap top. Unfortunately, it limited our steering to the pilot house, not the upper helm as we become accustomed to. Between Caryl reading the charts & Gardner steering we made it through all the twists & turns & narrow (and somewhat shallow) channels. Only bumped the mud once when the current swung us wide coming around a tight turn. Boy, does this boat know how to handle a novice crew ! We chose an anchorage off the beaten path, up the San Sebastian River on the south end of St. Augustine (ICW mile 780) Lots of current & extreme tides made us decide to pull into the Rivers Edge Marina (formerly Oyster Creek Marina) & tie up at their dock. The very friendly, helpful dockmaster (Paul) gave us lots of info on St. Augustine & the local restaurants. We walked into town, strolled through the Flagler College campus, hit the historic area (St. George St. & the Castillo de San Marcos fort) before locating the best (supposedly)seafood restaurant in town: Barnacle Bill's. It sure was nice to see this pretty, historical town. Walked back to the marina as the sun was setting (beautiful skies). We got a good chance to stretch our legs. (Oh and the captain treated the crew to Barnicle Bill's best fare as a reward for bravery under fire!)