Sat Feb 22 - Still in Vero Beach

In which we are 1,236 miles from Stowe, VT

We were very happy to discover that the storm had brought lower temperatures.  If you ask me, shorts and a fleece jacket is the perfect temp.  We are officially out of south Florida -

buh-bye SoFl!

We went for a long walk from the marina to the beach, to check out the Vero Beach scene.  You can tell it's money because so many of the buildings are banks, investments firms or real estate offices.  There is a charming cafe scene along the beach, and we were able to see the havoc that storm wreaked on the dunes.  Much of the newly-planted beach grass had been eroded.

There is a crazy-pants rambling rustic lodge, the Driftwood Inn, that seems to be an institution.  It's clearly popular and has been added to many times. Note that Waldo Sexton, the creator, was a 'lovable eccentric'.  That's what they call bat-shit-crazy people when they have lots of money... Occasionally they are called, Mr President. (oh dear - is my bitterness showing??)

Good to know:

 Look - a dog run for AC units!! (That is the kind of thing my brain is busy doing, rather than anything useful)

There was the requisite Saturday Farmer's Market, with few farmers but a lot of artisanal cheese, and we got yummy sandwichs for a lovely picnic on the top of the boat.

I finished the day on Craigslist (long story).  How about these deeply disturbing lamps?