Despite my raving about the Vero Beach City Marina, we didn’t intend to stay there long. Unfortunately, as we were motoring away, we realized that the transmission wasn’t working right – at low rpms, it wouldn’t go into gear, then would clunk in as we revved up. Not good. So, back we went to the mooring ball under the watchful eyes of a couple of friends in dinghies (ready to push us into place if necessary). Then…the engine-drive fridge crapped out, and I (Anne) developed a bump on my forehead necessitating a trip to the dermatologist (all was fine with that). Bad things come in threes, right? Anyway, as always, we had good luck in our bad luck. If you’re going to break down, there aren’t many better places to do it in. Now the fridge is chilling and the transmission propelling - we're back in business!