Wow rardoin! I sure am glad to hear you are all OK! Sorry we didn't get to meet your wife this time but will hook up again somewhere, sometime! We did manage to eat at the Regatta a few times and it was awesome. The folk there were all super friendly, even driving us to Walmart (15 miles each way) if we promised to stay another day. Had a spare overnighted to the city hall, who then carried it to the boat. Now that's hospitality!
Then it got even better.....we went to ddalme's "fish camp". This is a whole house on stilts, with no sign of any fishing rods or associated gear. I went with his brother in-law to buy fresh shrimp straight off the boats (about a 100 foot walk) and noticed that they sell fish also. His fishing stories are all now all highly suspect. However, his hospitality was second to none. We were fed at least 8 times a day and the beer (required for palate cleansing) flowed as freely as the tall stories we all told. A great time and a big thanks to you and yours Doug! Below, is a pic of the lighthouse we were instructed to 'aim at' for approach to the marina entrance. Notice it is way shorter than the electric pole. When I called Doug to explain that I could not see the 4 foot lighthouse but could see a 2000 foot cell tower, was instructed to aim at that instead as it was also by the entrance! Sorry mate, I found the logic in that funny! Once safely escorted in and to our slip, we toured the marina in Doug's awesome bay boat (see pic and notice I did not call it a 'fishing' boat!) and saw how Louisiana's rich and famous live. The 'camps' are amazing!
We managed to leave there, with freshly laundered clothes, on Wednesday. we went 13 miles across the Vermillion bay and joined the ICW, eastbound and about 5 miles later, under a bridge, there was Doug again! I goosed it, thinking he was trying to collect slip fees but all he wanted was a few last photos and another wave goodbye. What a guy!!! Codger II went by, just before the bridge, heading west in his rather spiffy looking boat. Safe travels Codger!
Wednesday night we stayed behind a little island, around 5 miles west of the Morgan City locks (see pic) and woke up to the rain. So this coupled with the winds of late, made for a damp and dreary trip into Houma and the Municipal docks. Steve of course, being Steve, has already made one visit to take us shopping! He is truly the Ambassador of Houma! Thanks again Steve!
The weather, the location and the fact that my sliding pilot house door has just decided to quit sliding, has me thinking we need to stay one more day as a 'maintenance day'. This should put me on the other side of the Mississippi over the weekend, which means no scheduled bridge closing for traffic and school buses and should make locking through a little easier.
I see my pics are sideways but am to tired to fix them. Duval just dropped by and visited. Thanks for stopping by!!