A Trip to the Seashore

On Friday, I drove down to Cocoa to the nearest Yanmar dealer to pick up some spare filters and V-belts (lesson learned). I also stopped by West Marine in Cocoa and a Lowes in Titusville for more supplies and tools. By the time I returned to Beatitude, our guest had arrived. Heather, the mother of our daughter-in-law, came to visit for a day or two. We are not only related by the marriage of our children, but she is a good friend. We hung out for a while before having dinner at a wonderful little restaurant in town, Koibler’s Cobblers.

Heather in the Cockpit

Heather in the Cockpit

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For breakfast the next morning, Heather brought a traditional Jamaican dish called escovietch, which consists of fried fish (in this case, snapper) which is marinated overnight at room temperature in a sauce of vinegar, chayote, onions, carrots and scotch bonnet peppers. After breakfast,we did a little laundry and then headed out to Playa Linda Beach, part of the Canaveral National Seashore. We paid our $5.00 to enter the National Park area and proceeded to parking area 9 (of 15, I understand), where we parked our car and walked across the boardwalk to the beach. (We later discovered that if I had continued further, we would’ve arrived at the nude beach. Good for us that I stopped when I did!) We did not expect it to be as crowded as it was, but we later realized that this was the first day of Spring Break for local schools. Despite the number of visitors, it was still quite pleasant. The day was sufficiently sunny and warm, while the breeze off the water was sufficiently cool and refreshing, to make for a perfect day. If only the water was a little warmer. I took my snorkeling equipment, but couldn’t bring myself to get in the 72-73° water. It was still a very nice outing. Children romped and played, adults soaked up the sun, and fishermen fished in the surf. Unlike the beaches in the Bahamas to which we’ve become accustomed, the sand was rather large-grained and brown, displaying an almost copper hue.

Escovietch

Escovietch

Entering the National Park

Entering the National Park

Playa Linda Beach

Playa Linda Beach

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The Ladies in the Sun

The Ladies in the Sun

Reading on the beach

Reading on the beach

At Water's Edge

At Water’s Edge

Copper-toned Sand

Copper-toned Sand

A nearby child flying her kite

A nearby child flying her kite

Two of the many pelicans flying by

Two of the many pelicans flying by

On Sunday, Cindy and I attended Park Avenue Baptist Church with our friends, Tim and Annie. It was so nice to be able to worship God with our cruising comrades. While unlike the liturgical worship to which we’ve become accustomed (and love), the service was still a wonderful time of worship. The pastor, in his sermon, issued a very important and relevant call to resist the spirit of consumerism which plagues America. While we’ve taken pretty radical measures in removing ourselves from that consumerist mindset, we, too – even living on a sailboat – have to guard against the relentlessness of the idea that more stuff brings happiness.

Beautiful stained-glass at Park Avenue Baptist Church

Beautiful stained-glass at Park Avenue Baptist Church

After church, we visited the famous local landmark/restaurant known as Dixie Crossroads. I had some of the best broiled shrimp for lunch (with plenty of dipping butter), while Cindy enjoyed the coconut shrimp. Upon returning to our home at the marina, we did a little cleaning. There were some rust stains on the deck that were mostly removed with some Barkeeper’s Friend and elbow grease. The rest of the afternoon we read and played and watched videos on the Holy Land. In the evening, we enjoyed a movie. The day after tomorrow, we must leave Beatitude for a while.

Lunch at Dixie Crossroads

Lunch at Dixie Crossroads

A pair of shrimps (labeled as such with express permission of the shrimp on the left) :)

A pair of shrimps (labeled as such with express permission of the shrimp on the left) 🙂

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