Monday, February 14, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
8 February, 2005. This was a nice anchorage. I must admit that I'm finally catching up on this blog and simply don't remember anything in particular about this anchorage. I do remember that we saw lots of dolphins here but we've been seeing dolphins everywhere. There are so many nice anchorages on the Gulf Coast. The Atlantic coast doesn't even come close to the beauty and the beaches of the Gulf Coast.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
The bridge just before the dock here opens on request (like most bridges) and apparently we got lucky getting the bridge tenders attention. A guy who knocked on our boat had a Bayliner Buccaneer like ours and we talked for awhile. He said that he once had to actually climb up the ladder to get the bridge tenders attention after trying his radio, his cell phone and using his horn. The bridge tender had the TV up so loud that he didn't hear this guy. Then, another guy in a sailboat who docked next to us here said that after numerous attempts to contact the bridge, he actually called 911 because he thought something might have happened to the bridge tender. The 911 operator was able to contact the bridge tender and let the guy through. I think this bridge tender needs a new job.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
We met Lance, a homeless guy whose mother's property was confiscated by the government for some dumb reason. Very nice guy. He was staying at the video store owned by his friend who was currently out of the country. The front window was smashed out and apparently he had to contend with rats in there. Even though he was down on his luck, he bought some ribs and chips to cook up for us on one of the grills at the dock. He even bought the beer! It was fun to grill and drink beer all day for a change. We were issued a key for the shower here and we let him use it. The night before we left, the water pump on the dock sprung a leak and gushed water over the dock for an hour or so until someone came to turn it off. We had read about a 90 year old woman who had bought the bank building here and had a trimaran (triple-hulled sailboat- possibly for sale). I went into the "Anne Tiques" store that she owned but she was in Texas. Apparently, her husband owned the boat and didn't want to sell it.