Marina Medley

Midway down the east coast of Florida, the Vero Beach Municipal Marina is unusually rural for being in the heart of Snowbird-ville.  In addition to about 100 slips, the marina has 57 moorings on which they put up to three boats each.  You do the math, but thems a lot of boats.  Some stay on a mooring all winter, some stay all year, and some are passing through on the way to the Bahamas, the Keys or the west coast.  It's an adventure being on a mooring, because you never know who's going to be your neighbor

Being only a limited adventurer, Vicki is holding forth with Barry at Slip 16N for the winter.  We are the trawler in the middle.

Getting a slip here is no slam dunk.  I sent a check one year ago to reserve the space.

Living in a marina is basically like living in an RV on the water.   Being Florida, it's warm and has an outdoorsy feel.  It's not as social as I expected, although they say that everyone is home for the holidays and there will be a surge after the first of the year (when I go home).

This occurs each Thursday...




Marina office and dock....

The Campus...

Spanish Moss.

Crab holes are made by crabs (and what is the color of George Washington's white horse?)

Marina lounge with showers and laundry...

A free bus comes by every hour to take people to downtown and groceries.

Gayle and Bill, spending a day at the lounge.  Lots of boaters on moorings dinghy in for the day.  This is a plan that would drive me crazy, but it works for those who like being dirtless.

Dinghy dock...

Sidebar...

A retrofit to stay cool

Balboita album...

Gratuitous beautiful dog pix

Gratuitous happy hour pix. Balboita's back porch.

That's all folks  :)

Vero and other things...

As reported, we arrived in Vero yesterday.

and,

guess what?

Our former buddy boater Tom Butz greeted us with "Hail to the Chief" playing on his Bose speaker when we pulled up to the fuel dock.

and then we went for happy hour...

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Along the way:

More dead boats...

This bugger was in same place when we passed in 2014...which shows you that boats never die, they just slowly fade away.  .

A totally adorable ICW restaurant...

A mansion and an ugly duckling...

Something my mother, Yuba, would design on a napkin

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I forgot to mention....

We came to a place that looked something like this and realized that.  We are lost.  Yes, lost on the Intracoastal Waterway.  Thoughts of the African Queen.   When were we going to run out of water and find ourselves in the weeds?  "Mr. Allnut, where, indeed, are we?"

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This is son Jim's contribution for the end of a long journey (as in two months to get to Vero)

And, then there's this...

Sign in a local wine store:  No good story starts with a salad.

That's all folks...

We are freakin' here!

Vero, we love you.

that's all folks...