Left Standing At The Altar

 Or All Dressed Up And No Where To Go




We have been stood up two days in a row by Erick, the mechanic.  So last night after dinner, I called another fellow and we are all keeping our fingers crossed that he has it together enough to show up or at least enough to pick up a phone and tell us what, if anything, is going on.  It's like I always tell the kids,  "Good Manners Are Always In Style!"



Mitchell got lucky last night and caught a two pound Big Mouth which he and Wayne promptly filleted and added to last night's fare.  Yum!  Bar-B-Q'd chicken, brown rice, green beans, salad and fish.  I told 'em, "Eat hardy men, tomorrow we might be back to sandwiches".

I had to keep telling Jeff not to feed the alligators, which for him didn't compute until I told him,  "They eat you"!  To which he answered, " Is that really what they meant when they put up that sign?

Yes, Jeff, you could be the alligator food

Two days later...

Oh, the second mechanic we called in Apalachicola did show and did call to say he would be a little late. The fix on the ailing engine was quick and easy. His mother must have taught him the one about good manners always being in style.

Well, the countryside is beautiful and the boats and little ports are very pretty.  However, I have decided I am going to take a month off from this sailing adventure.   We are going to come home to Tennessee and spend about a month recuperating and trying to get me healthy enough to walk. We'll wait for the northern rivers to subside some and then come back to the Sea Me Smile and hit it another "lick"!  So the blog is going to go on hiatus for awhile.  I'm not sure how to spread the word as to when we are going to start up again other than to say, keep checking the blog and spread the word when you see the level of activity starting to increase.  I'm sure that we will continue to be something of a laugh with our unending list of episodes and small difficulties.  

A beautiful rising moon

The morning fog made for a wonderful picture of one of the shrimp boats headed out as we sipped our coffee and snapped a quick photo.

Misty Morning on Scipio Creek

We have about a hundred and fifty miles to go to reach Mobile Bay and then the lay of the trip will be rivers and lakes instead of oceans and waterways.

The Navigator & the Cabin Boy

  And thankfully this part of my crew is willing to return and try some more.  We figure that out of the thirty one or two days that we were gone, we actually traveled for only seven days.  We had our share of troubles and breakdowns, but we got enough of a feel, in those seven good days, to know that these trips can be a lot of fun.