Day Twelve in Fort Pierce, aka Isle of Mange
Monotony shattered by visit of friend
10 am – 2 pm: Four layers of barrier coat.
At one in the afternoon, long-lost Chris Calvert arrived in the wasteland that is Florida’s central eastern coast. This visit threw a wrench in the machinery of monotony that has been churning along unchecked for narry a fortnight.
Aaron, Chris and I journeyed to Vero Beach to watch the dour European Champions League soccer final between Monaco and Porto, two unfashionable teams from unfashionable leagues. The game, sadly, was the sum of its parts, with Porto’s first-half goal breaking the spirit of the French as they cantered to a 3-0 victory. Still, we managed to reminisce, as well as throw back several 7 oz. Budweisers and some 35 cent “hot” wings, which made the time very enjoyable.
After the game, we came back and threw a few more layers of barrier coat on, the hull starting to look very fine with our patchings covered. A sunset trip to the beach followed, with palm trees and bodies silhouetted in the deep red and purple of dusk. Introduced Chris to our routine, robbing the Day’s Inn for ice, then eating canned spaghetti and meatballs for dinner before going to bed exhausted.