As promised, I spent Saturday at the dock on maintenance and repairs, and listening to all the boats running up and down the ICW. I swear, one would never know that fuel prices were up from this time last year, judging by the number of boats out. I told my wife when I got home that I thought I was listening to the Indy 500 on radio!
Sunday and Monday were our days to spend on the water. Off we went, around the point of our little neighbor island and up into a nearby creek, away from the main channel and its compliment of cruisers, skiers, PWCs and assorted idiots. Dropped the hook, opened the cooler, went for a swim, and while the wife read I fished a bit. Blue skies, nice breeze. Not much biting, so I nodded off . . .
Oh, yeah. Time to pull the anchor and head in. Tied up, checked the log: 5 miles round-trip.
Monday we shoved off, wifey asks, "How's our fuel?" I replied, "Same as yesterday!" and off we went on the same 5-mile tour.
Life Beez Good.
