We stopped and had lunch at Goombay's restaurant in Satellite Beach. The name attracted us, being the same name as one of our favorite funky restaurants in the Outer Banks. It did not disappoint. The crab cake and shrimp po'boy sandwiches were fantastic. The only problem I had at this point was adjusting to life outside the fantastically-cooled Impala. There was no AC in this joint, and even with the doors open and several fans blowing, it was suffocatingly hot. James would like me to point out that it was all about the ATMOSPHERE, which I get, I really do, but I'm not a big fan of being sweaty while I eat. Or while I do anything, for that matter.
This cute little guy landed on the bow of the boat after we sailed through some marshy areas.
Andrew thought it was pretty cool that we just drove over much of the plant life.
After the tour, we split from the rest of James' family and went on a manatee quest at Goode Park in Palm Bay, thanks to a tourism map we had picked up at Camp Holly.
And, success! They are odd-looking, but beautiful creatures, and I couldn't resist the urge to pet one. Andrew's thoughts? "They're really fat."
I had worked up a thirst, so we went in search of the Florida Beer Company, which advertises a Tasting Room in the same little tourist map that we found so helpful earlier in the day. I'm all about free samples, so we stopped by and enjoyed three or four half-glass tastes before each selecting a six-pack to take home and enjoy. I liked all of them, with the exception of a Raspberry Wheat beer, which just tasted to me like Robitussin mixed with beer. In all fairness, I do not like MOST things that are raspberry flavored for this exact reason. Buying the six-packs directly from the brewery meant that we paid less than I'm used to paying for my eclectic tastes in craft beers, and you can't beat FREE samples! I forgot to take pictures there, but Andrew was entertained for the few minutes we were there by watching the brewery workers, who amused him by "throwing Bat-a-rangs" back at him.
Aunt Lynn was nice enough to keep Andrew supplied with animal pellets and Dippin' Dots.
The coolest part of the visit was the alligator and crocodile feeding. I was so hot by this point, I was jealous of the dead chickens they were dropping in the water.
Later that night, roller skating. Turns out I can't do that anymore either. Andrew tried his first-time best, but then was more interested in the arcade games and racking up points to spend on junk toys he hasn't looked at since. Aunt Katie and Danny helped him around the rink many times, after it became clear that I would be no help at all. Those pictures aren't getting posted, although I made it around the rink two times, with the help of the wall.
Andrew was pretty successful on the carpet, although he wiped out spectacularly one time.
A picnic area is located at the top of the beach. From here, you can see the wide expanse of hard-packed sand. The area fills as the tide comes in, and we spent quite a bit of time playing in the tide pool and wet sand around it. The sand here was interesting--when it was wet, it was what I imagine a spa treatment mud bath is like--a smooth, pasty consistency. I would have liked to have had at least one day on a "regular" beach, but this was very enjoyable and easy to manage with a small child.