The strangest, most storied place to sleep on this coast: built in 1935 by local legend Waldo Sexton out of salvaged driftwood, ship parts, old bells, and whatever else the tide and the auctions brought him — and it's been an oceanfront hotel ever since. No two rooms match, the whole thing creaks with character, and it's on the National Register of Historic Places while sitting directly on the sand. It's not a polished resort and doesn't want to be; it's the anti-chain-hotel, priced fairly for oceanfront because of it. Stay here and you're sleeping inside Vero's origin story — and Waldo's, the beach bar downstairs, means the evening never requires the car.