|Always moving just|
a little east, every day.
Getting off the ball was very easy and we were underway around 7 am. I'd made a proclamation about spending no more than 5 hours underway. Seems like a decent time to call it a day. But we pushed it a little today. With the holiday coming the only marina that had space for us was the SunText Vero Beach Marina (aka Loggerhead until recently). We wanted to stay for a week somewhere while we do the holiday thing. These folks had space. I wanted to get in and get settled if possible, so we put in an 8 hour day. You know, like work.
Docking was a little nerve wracking because there was some wind. In hindsight we agreed that we're both a little gun shy now after St. Augustine. It went like clockwork. We just were too wound up to see that. (See what I did there?)
|Yes, that pad, that one right there... stop looking at me!|
|The tongue of the lock is no more.|
Russ removed the trim around the door then took a hacksaw to the tongue to cut it. And that's how we got the door opened.
Not near as "Mission Impossible" as the last time.
|We accidentally locked the guest stateroom. To get into it|
Russ took out the vac system, then made his way through
the closet into the room. You can see his feet.
Kinda like boat spelunking.