On the 10th, Barb and I, Gary (Enroute) and Bill (Dolce Vita) took a short walk up the eastern shore. Hanging close to the sea this time, we encountered one of the makeshift “cabins” that the locals put up in order to have some shelter when they come out to camp on weekends and/or holidays.   For me, the most relevant experience of that short hike was the scrounging of a red container from the junk-littered rocky shore.  You have seen the wide, shallow plastic containers that bakeries use to deliver loaves of bread to grocery stores?   Surely that will be useful somewhere on our boat.   Surely I can find a spot to place it.  So says I.   Barb has her doubts, but for the time being it is kicking around on the deck until I find a spot, or until Barb some night under cover of darkness throws it overboard.

Next day, Barb & I, Lee (Allegro) and Bill & Coleen (Dolce Vita) walked to the spot on the west coast of Cocoa Point that is north of Cocoa Beach Resort and south of the decaying K-Club.  Actually, I stopped well before that and parked myself and my tripod under a century plant, hoping that the Kestrals I had seen there on other occasions would return and pose for me.   No joy, but the others had a grand time exploring the south shore east of Cocoa Point.