Vero Beach

Oh boy. I just typed up a wonderful, clever, well-written, funny, poignant post. Then it got lost when I tried to save.

So I’m not going to do it again. 

Summary: we are in Vero Beach. 

We are at the municipal mooring field so we can do some laundry, get some diesel, fill the water tanks, and use some wifi. In about three weeks we should be back to using the water maker again. And we should be back in water where we can swim!

We are slowly heading to Hollywood for Thanksgiving. 

We will stay at a marina there for three days because there’s no other way for us to get to shore and leave Mr. Flowerpot somewhere safe.

Then we will wait for decent weather and cross the Gulf Stream to Bimini in the Bahamas. Ideally before December, but we don’t control the weather.

Last night we stayed at a super calm anchorage near a nature center so we could check it out this morning.

Mangroves are pretty cool.

The weather has been stormy but nice and warm, so we are pretty satisfied.

Moss has been more and more involved in running the boat. This morning she started the engine, uploaded the route to the GPS, drove the anchor out of the mud, and got us started out heading down the ICW for the day.

That’s it. Not typing any more.

Enjoy the pictures.

Haulover Canal bridge.

Bucolic ICW scene.

Sunken ketch or yawl.

Mastless boat. Maybe something can be worked out.

Derelict boats in Eau Gallie.

Dock Buddha.

Nature center.

Little mangrove froggie.

Tops of the mangroves.

Harassing the fishies.

Pond samples.

Research tools.

No cupcakes and unicorns, but we’ve got a rainbow.

We think this sign means “RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!”

I’m trying to talk my brother and sister-in-law into buying one of these homes so we can dock Cupcake in front and retire.

Ellen won’t blog about it, but she is proud that she wore out a set of anchoring gloves. She has about another dozen pair.

And the selfie.