Ken rowed me to the dock Friday so I could meet Jill for Mexican Train. We set up a cardtable outside in the parking space reserved for “Official Marina Business Only” and this started our routine for the days we stayed at Vero: we’d get up early, dink to the dinghy dock, catch the first bus into town, internet at Panera, shop at Publix or Wally World, be back in time for lunch and spend afternoons playing Mexican Train with Jill (and whoever else we could coerce) while Ken did something on the boat. Evenings we stay on the boat or meet friends for supper: John and Lois on ‘Astar’ one night; Katja and Geoff; Jill and Parker; happy hour at the pavilion on Thursday.
Ken spent most of his time dealing with the dinghy. The inflatable floor had a leak in a seam and Ken was debating whether to chuck the whole thing and buy a new dinghy when he thought of just replacing the floor. We looked at the Defender site and found one, ordered it on Thursday the 10th, and it arrived the next day. We were ready, finally: dinghy looking like new, fully provisioned, boat in shape. And good thing because one never knows when a weather window would pop open and one would the week of the 13th! One last game of Mexican Train with Jill on Saturday. One last run to the Saturday farmers’ market at Humiston Park.
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