If one just happens to live in central Florida, then working out the travel time required to arrive in Port Canaveral at a decent point for boarding one of Disney’s ships is not all that tough.
Lucky them.
If like the remaining 99.97 percent of us, you live just a smidgen farther afield, than this is a bit of logistics that is going to require at least a modicum of planning. A lot of folks either have no choice but to fly into MCO, or possess the adequate funds needed to do the same without worrying about it. We followed that game plan just once. And while the Magical Express and fact that
DCL will even retrieve your bags and get them to the ship are nice perks indeed, for us at least it’s generally cost prohibitive.
Driving makes more sense when it comes to applying our resources. From my front door to the port is around eight-ish hours at the prevailing speeds along the interstates. Quite doable but long enough to mean that we either need to drive through the night or have to head out the day before embarkation. Not wanting to be worn out before the ship even leaves The Cut, the day before route gets the nod.
But… now we need somewhere to camp
Again there are several viable options. A number of fairly fine hotels surround the port.
The Radisson is one example that we’ve partaken of and even reported on….
Welcome to the Rad
As an extra enticement for acquiring you’re business, these operations will usually offer some type of long term parking and port shuttle service for a bit of an upcharge.
Something else we‘ve experienced with varying degrees of success…
Shuttle Launch
But for this outing we opted to try something different.
As you’d expect there are a number of hotels a bit farther afield but still in the general area where the cost of a night’s stay is a good be cheaper (and generally includes breakfast). As an additional incentive, some of these establishments also offer vouchers good for a percentage discount against the cost of the standard parking fee at the cruise terminals. Some of these offers are for as much as 40% off and once you do the math the total outlay in this method ends up being on par with staying nearer the port and using a shuttle service. Additionally, once you return you won’t have to call or wait on said shuttle to get back to your vehicle.
This fact combined with the lessons from my last trip to WDW proving that doing my own driving actually improved our overall experience, meant the this option needed trying.
That’s how we ended up here the evening before shoving off…
Welcome to the Fairfield Inns and Suites in Titusville Fla.
This is pretty similar to say, a Hampton Inn or a Holiday Inn Express in terms of price, cleanliness, room size and as a reliably decent place to hang your hat for the night. In fact both of those other inn keeping establishments have outposts within spitting distance this place. And just a short walk to the next parking lot over will bring you to a “Cracker Barrel” restaurant just in case you’re feeling peckish.
Now as for the town we’ve stop in…
Titusville, while about 20 odd miles away from Port Canaveral, is still the largest city in the area and a major part of the Space Coast…
No…
Not Space Ghost.
Space Coast!
Basically the Space Coast is the shore line and barrier islands of Brevard County; everything from just south of Daytona Beach down to Melbourne and Patrick AFB. But the dead center of it is dominated by The Kennedy Space Center, the Cape Canaveral Air Force Station and the city of Titusville.
And …
it’s an area I’m well familiar with
(but I’ll come back around to that point in a bit).
First things first though, we need to get some shut eye…
Tomorrow is a big day.
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Jackson Street Memoir
We have reached DOL
(Day of Launch)
The morning of May 23rd arrived early for me.
If you’ve read any of my previous TRs you’ll notice that this is a common occurrence.
I’m generally up early compared to everyone else in my household and this condition tends to become even more magnified when we’re traveling.
Not a problem, it gave me time to set up the lap-top and go on line for a little bit.
First stop… the
Port Canaveral Web-Cam
You know… just to see what’s going on,
and the view looking up toward the turning basin did not disappoint…
The Fantasy at Dawn…
Pretty soon the DCL folks will begin the process of kicking the poor slobs currently on board to the curb so that they can turn the ship around for the new batch of scallywags. Now to be sure, a week from today they’ll be treating us just as unkindly, but for now at least, we’re numbered among the valued guests to be welcomed aboard with much pomp and fanfare.
Ok, back to the action, or maybe that’s inaction.
Obviously I was already up and about, but everyone else was pretty much zonked and taking their time.
So as to stay out of their hair, I decided to walk around and take a few pictures that I might be able to use for a future TR.
You are now suffering dearly from that decision.
Not from the pictures per say (they’re a small bit of a relief from the verbosity), no I mean from my decision to go ahead and write up something about the trip. But in any case, my figuring was that just on the outside chance anyone was considering following our game plan, they might want to see how the place looked. You’ve already seen the building elevation, but these digs also boasts a fairly decent pool…
And for those traveling with actual young’ens, that can be rather important.
The last picture I took that morning ended up being the image that led off this chapter.
Just a bit of a photo op to remind everyone that from here it’s just a short hop over to the KSC Visitors center.
A fact that gave me another idea…
As it turns out, this hotel partners with a number of area attractions and sells advanced tickets at slightly reduced prices to their guests. So I used a bit of my extra time to stop by the front desk and make a plan for a diversion to drown our sorrows after DCL forces us to walk the plank a week from now.
When I checked back in on the rest of the crew, Tamara was ready to go, but Max was only just stirring.
No matter. We still had time, so mom and dad headed down for a bit of breakfast and just brought him back a couple muffins and a drink once we’d finished. He’s not all that big on morning meals, so you’ll likely notice that this will be a trend that repeats itself a few times over the next few days.
We finally got everything and everyone packed in the car a bit after 9:30. Our assigned check-in time at the terminal however, wasn’t until 11:00 though, so for the time being we’re still not in a particular hurry. Now, there are those who prefer to arrive at any event as early as possible (and I’m usually one of those folks), but no one can board the ship before around 11:30.
So, just chill, Ok?
For this cruse at least, our assigned arrival time bothers me not.
Besides, this will give me an opportunity to do something else I’ve wanted to do for quite some time.
A bit of reminiscing.
We left the hotel, turned back onto Route-50…
And then drove under and right past I-95.
Like I said, I wasn’t heading for the cruise terminals just yet.
Instead I was headed on into Titusville.
A left onto Hopkins headed back north away from the ultimate destination…
and after a bit, a right onto Jackson Street finally brought me here…
Now why on earth am I showing y’all a picture of a tiny 1958 vintage cinder block house?
Because I spent a good bit of time here in my youth.
In 1963, my grandparents left the mountains of WV for the last time and moved into that little two bedroom “bungalow”. It would remain their home for the rest of their lives; a fact that as you might imagine brought my family there on a fairly regular bases.
Now the reason my mom’s folks acquired that little house had everything to do with something you could see quite clearly less than a block away at the end of Jackson St. where it meets up with US Highway-1
So I stopped there for a minute or two as well…
The body of water in the foreground is known as The Indian River, which is a misnomer as it’s actually an inlet of the Atlantic Ocean.
The “river” is one of two “rivers” that separate Merritt Island from the mainland.
Located on that there island is NASA’s Kennedy Space Center which is where my grandfather was employed
(and thus the reason he acquired that little bungalow way back in 63).
Now as for the “non-descript” building you see over there on what otherwise looks like a just a low, scrubby, sparsely inhabited barrier island, that is known locally as the VAB.
That’s NASA speak for “Vehicle Assembly Building”
and it is far and away the largest facility on the grounds of the KSC.
So just how large are we talking?
Well, it can be kind’a difficult to see it this way (especially from that picture)…
but that right there is currently the sixth “largest” building on the planet.