Two down, one to go?

We purchased our iSotherm Travel box- I believe it’s called- from Defender last late March and had it shipped to us in Vero Beach. It was on sale which is why we got it then and didn’t wait until May. About a month into our trip I opened the lid and the plastic pieces that pass for hinges cracked apart like old, decayed chicken bones. Not my fault!  Bagged up the pieces for evidence and pondered non-destructive repair methods. None came to mind and since the darn thing was ¾ full of frozen meats, heaving it overboard did not seem like a smart move at this time.

Lid with cracked hinge

Lid with cracked hinge

Closing it without the hinges intact was problematic thanks to the interior light on/off button that sticks up when the lid is open and gets pushed down when you close the lid. If you tried to slide the lid in place- whop! The button would break in half; it’s only cheap made-in-China plastic after all.  Our Russ-of-all-trades (Jack is his brother :-)) on board took matters in hand and removed the light and the on/off button with it.

In early Nov Russ emailed Indel Webasto Marine USA and after some delay, Technical Support person, Sergio, became our best email friend. The initial response to help us out was positive it’s just that they wanted the unit back. Another slightly bothersome quirk the unit had acquired was that the thermostat would become stuck allowing the temperature to climb from 15 degrees to 30 or more; uh, not good if you want to maintain freezer mode. The display would read 15 but the inside freezer section temp would be higher. The solution was easy enough, turn the thermostat down and force the thing to turn on. That worked as long as we checked the thermometer inside against the unit’s readout every few days at least.

The company was located in Ft Lauderdale and we considered a rental car to return it, but then what about all that frozen food? Russ would assure me it could fit in our galley freezer, but I knew better. We could lug it to the U-Ship Store nearby and shell out $50 or more to ship it to Ft Lauderdale and again, wait for a replacement. Even with a few day turn around promised; what if we needed to leave before we got the new unit? They wouldn’t send a replacement lid; probably don’t have one to spare. In the end we confirmed that the unit did indeed have a two-year warranty and we could deal
with it “later”.

We never travel through Ft Lauderdale because of the Julia Tuttle Bridge near Miami that we can’t pass under. We either jump out from Lake Worth (West Palm Beach) to Miami or we cross to the Bahamas from Lake Worth.  If we did pass through Ft Liquordale, as our friend Mr. Carnie calls it, I’d be tempted to mis-spend a few days re-living Spring Break 1980 on the beach or at the Button Up. Memories will need to suffice and that is probably for the best.

My next glass of whine is with the starter mechanism on the stove. Let me acknowledge that this could have been worse; it could have crapped out before my two days of marathon baking, instead, it waited until the day we tore ourselves away from Velcro Beach mooring ball #56. For as long as I can remember, the burners won’t start by pushing in the corresponding knob; one must use the oven knob as the igniter. I do the movement so automatically that I’ve quite forgotten it could or did ever work properly. The oven doesn’t get a lot of use, at least once we stop needing it to warm ourselves in the galley on brrrrr chilly mornings.

Friday night I wanted to bake two things at once; roasted potatoes and a small focaccia bread with the excess dough from the large one we made for Thanksgiving. It was so yummy; Russ’s best yet with melted cheese on top a la Joseph’s Bistro in Southport. I push in the knob; silence. Again. Silence. Well I’m getting the silent treatment here so why not whine? Russ confirms that it is in fact not working and uses the trusty ($1 cheapie) grill igniter to get the oven going.

Saturday morning, non-functional igniter forgotten, I try to light a burner. Sigh. I hate using the grill igniter. Fortunately Russ’s suspicions as to the cause, turned out to be correct and all it needed was a good cleaning, a little bashing and a few encourage words to make it functional once again and remove that whine stain.

I am hoping we get #3 before crossing, but it’s not likely.  Plan to head out Ft Pierce heading down the coast toward Ft Lauderdale, then cross the gulf stream and keep going until we run into Nassau. 🙂

The Twelve Days of Vero

have you heard the one about the houseboat that moves? :-)

On our way to Vero I snapped this. Have you heard the one about the houseboat that moves? 🙂

How about I skip the daily details and just say that our stay was much the same as usual for the southbound trip and yet not the same at all. No s/v Polar Pacer, no s/v Sanuk and we never got rafted.

A sad Russ- drinking a bucket drink without Chris & Tracy at Waldo's

A sad Russ- drinking a bucket drink without Chris & Tracy at Waldo’s

We learned that Tom and Chris on Polar Pacer had sold their sturdy Prout and were shopping heartily to find a replacement in time to rescue the winter cruising season. Chris and Tracy on Sanuk, who hadn’t left Crisfield yet called us one day to –gasp- tell us that Tom and Chris were on Florida’s west coast looking at – of all things- a monohull! This is coming from a monohull owner who plans to be a Lagoon 38 catamaran owner someday. Surely an intervention was in order immediately.

After making five trips to Publix we were presented with the frequent shopper award; a carriage with our name on it 🙂 We also visited The Fresh Market, the ABC Liquor Store, Dollar General, Dollar Tree, Hallmark and the dentist for our 6mos cleanings. The free bus makes this so easy. We kept meeting the same cruisers and exchanged stories and boat cards as per custom.

If you think this looks full, just wait

If you think this looks full, just wait

We are entertained while waiting for the bus back to the marina

We are entertained while waiting for the bus back to the marina

We also made two trips to the beach side of Vero. The first was to pay a visit to the Fidelity office. Russ found one of his accounts locked when attempting to initiate a trade. A phone call told us that the IRS didn’t like the fact we had no permanent domicile and hadn’t accepted the marina’s address in Deep River as our “home address.” So there you have it folks, we are truly, absolutely, officially homeless! After assuring the nice customer service guy that that was the best we could do now, he checked with a more senior person who said that we would need to bring our drivers’ licenses, boat documentation papers and the marina’s summer dockage invoice to a local Fidelity office. How convenient that the only one we have ever found in our travels, sits on Beachland Blvd in Vero Beach; on the bus route or walkable.

From there we visited the friendly folks at the Post Office next door and I was able to make a haircut apt at Beauty on the Beach for Saturday. Perfect- while I did that Russ would meander around the farmers’ market at Humiston Park.

Doctor Pickle a popular stop at the market- we love it too!

Doctor Pickle a popular stop at the market- we love it too!

Boats poured in – some even left- until nearly every ball had two or three boats rafted together. A few days before Thanksgiving SeaSparrow arrived and since we were the sole occupant of M56 and only one other cat was available to raft up with, we listened to what the marina would have them do. Except the marina didn’t respond to their radio calls. Debbie and Jeff are newbie sailors and boat owners who we’d met in Marineland. Russ went out to offer assistance and soon returned leading SeaSparrow to M52, two balls south of us. Nice. Since we are up in the nosebleed section, #56 out of 57, was good to have them close.

Our other friends from Marineland, Ann and Mike on m/v Traveling Soul arrived a few days after we did and couldn’t have been farther away on ball #1. Didn’t stop us from swinging by for a chat which became easier when they moved to a slip for the last two nights.

Another way to look at the weather

Another way to look at the weather

Rain, rain, all day

Rain, rain, all day

We did a mini baking marathon Wed and Thursday to make productive use of the oven being heated up. Thanksgiving Day thankfully turned out to be a decent, albeit windy day; better than many of the rainy, ultra windy days we’d had since arriving Nov 17. We shared a table outside in the lee of the bldg, with m/v Traveling Soul,s/v  SeaSparrow, s/v Topanga and m/v Oz. Delicious food and great company; the only thing missing was more family. My taste buds were thrilled to find a bowl of creamed onions on the table and a slice of pecan pie calling out on the dessert table- whipped cream too!

Dessert table with more to come, next to door prize table

Dessert table with more to come, next to door prize table

Friday we’d depart after one more trip to Publix- darn good thing we like the Vero store, pay our mooring tab, replenish our diesel and gas jugs and place the last of our holiday mailings in the oversized outgoing mail box- oh and exchange more books. Bahamas or bust; we are so close… just a few more days until the window opens and boats head out like ants to a picnic.

Rafts of twos and threes fill the field before we leave

Rafts of twos and threes fill the field before we leave