When we pulled up the anchor in Cocoa it was covered with mud and shell all the way up the shank and even the first few feet of chain. It was well set. We headed south and saw that all the boats were now south of the bridge, but we're not sure why, other than a very mild north wind.
Someone had moved into one of the markers along the way south.
The way down to Vero was still littered with wrecks.
We arrived at Vero about 4:30p and topped up at the fuel dock. Vero Beach is nicknamed Velcro Beach because it quickly becomes too comfortable to leave. We were assigned a slip opposite the one we had last year. Heather did a great job docking us bow in, and we went out to a nice Italian place opposite a Publix, so we could kill two birds with one Uber.
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