Spent 4 nights here after fleeing Sebastian Inlet. The early exit up there was due solely to the utter dog unfriendliness of both Volusia and Indian Counties. (Oddly,some beach regs are by county,and some by individual towns.) Ironically though,were we not traveling with an exercise hound,the beaches of Melbourne Beach are the best of Florida. Fantastic surf,great sand,very wild---all set in a 10 mile stretch of preserve. Not sure about the accommodations for the non-camping set though: somewhere in the 3 hr. 95 stretch we did from St. Augustine south,the deal changed from nice towns with funky beach areas (typically an A1A strip, with hundreds of one block long streets leading East to the beach,with cottages and the occasional "Beachcomber" establishment) to "all waterfront not officially in a preserve is private and taken up with mansions---and did we mention it's private?"
At any rate, there were some odd goings on at Johnathan Dickinson: a 1/2 hearted drum circle, a flutist who kept at the same 4 bars of the 1812 Overture-(the Quaker Puffed shot-from-guns part); a clearly ADHD kid whose parents let him bring that damn plastic recorder he got in music class camping.
And then some people pulled in whose camper smelled like an incipient electrical fire,and who then proceeded to grill up something that smelled like a couple of cans of 9 Lives.
Now I know why that thing Mark and Chester installed is called "The Fantastic Fan"---goodbye rubber cat food casserole, and it's a white noise machine too!
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