Here We Go

If the Creek Don't Rise


Well, finally the big day has come. We will get away about one o'clock in the afternoon and hopefully make it as far as St. Mary's, Georgia. I do hope they have a minivan when I get to the car rental place, because despite my earlier posts of having taken everything conceivable down to Florida already, it turns out I have more!

The weather is co-operating for the time being and the temperatures in the Tennessee region have been like spring time. So keep your fingers crossed for some more of the same when we bring the boat north.

It turns out the VFW is running a "Time and Minute of Arrival" board. There were some outlandish suggestions for squares (paying big money) like "Lost at Sea". Very funny stuff! The winner is: Al Whelock, oh ye of little faith.

 

We were finally off and running at one o'clock in the afternoon and by one-o-five Wayne had us lost.  We are in our home town and he missed the darn turn for Highway Twenty-six.  But that's O.K. 'cus we tag team drove for the next twelve hours and forty-five minutes all the way to Pompano Beach, skipping our stop in St. Mary's altogether. Reaching the Pompano city limits in such record time was a good thing, however with Bob at the steering wheel and the GPS forgotten at home, we got lost and it was three o'clock in the morning before we set foot on the boat.  Boy, does time fly when you're having fun.  Mitchell and Jeff were in the back seat just busting up.  They even had a dollar bet going that it would be five before the "Old Man finally got us to the boat".  Wayne was very patient with me... but finally made some smart ass comment like:  "What say we stop and purchase a map......Bob?"

Now in my defense, every time the story gets told, it is enhanced upon.  First, Mitchell called home and burned me to the ground like a dry grass shack.  Then Wayne put in a call to Connie and he made the arrival time even later than Mitchell did, just an hour before.  So you can imagine how the story will sound in a few weeks... "Oh, remember when we were all lost for a whole day because dumb Dad wouldn't buy a map?"

The Crew of "Sea Me Smile" 

                                                              Wayne, Jeff, Mitchell, Bob

So, after minimal sleep, for the rest of the day we are just fishing and puttering around.  A good day of travel recuperation in eighty degree sunshine. Ahhh!