Vero Beach, Florida. Aka, Velcro Beach. Because once you visit, you might find yourself sticking around for quite awhile.
We came into Vero Beach on a gloomy, foggy late afternoon, tired and in desperate need of showers. When we woke up the next morning refreshed and with clean hair, the place pretty much looked like heaven. The weather here is like those perfect fall days where it's cool in the shade, and still just warm enough in the sun. The marina lounge has wifi for downloading books and tv for watching the Olympics, and the bus to the beach and town is free. There is even a dog park where Gidget can run free and practice her social skills.
We had stopped in Vero on our way South, just to get fuel. The mooring field here is known for rafting up a few boats at a time on a mooring ball, and that sounded just a little too intimidating for the newbies that we were (are). This time around, they had a few empty mooring balls, so we decided to stay and see just why it is that people get stuck in Vero Beach.
We wandered around town, stopping in a few little shops and grabbing some dinner at Waldo's Restaurant at the Driftwood Inn. I can't really say that we had the best food or service, but the atmosphere of the place is really neat. The Inn is on the National Registry of Historic Places and is arrayed in an assortment of interesting artifacts collected by the founder. And of course, oceanfront dining is always a plus in my book, too.
All in all, I'd have to agree that Velcro Beach is a pretty fitting nickname. So glad we stuck around!