Today was lunch with Capt. Bob at Square Grouper Tiki Bar in Fort Pierce, an open air establishment with tables inside and out. The conch fritters had some hard-to-chew pieces and I don’t know why there were maraschino cherries in the Frozen Joe (whipped cream vodka, Kahlua, cappuccino, cream). I watched boats pass by Fort Pierce Inlet to the Indian River Lagoon, an invasive lizard, and birds diving for fish.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at Avalon Beach where there was just about no one. Considering I vowed not to pick up shells, I bought a bunch back to the bus, then sorted and returned the two welks and about a dozen smaller ones to the sand. I ran my phone battery down playing “My Avalon” over and over and over, singing to the calm ocean.

Now I am about to start sifting through memories for tomorrow’s post commemorating my 900th day on the bus.