Category: Indiantown
“Moose balls!” kind of sounds like a mild expletive. Like something you would say if you broke a nail, spilled a glass of milk, or missed your exit ramp. I could say sailors use mild expletives like this all the…
November 18 – December 24, 2017. Saturday was The 60s night with groovy round sunglasses, glow ring necklaces and bracelets, food, beer, and a Beatles cover band. Sunday was a lay day. Monday was Country night with cowboy hats, sheriff…
October 27 – 30, 2018. SPLASH. This is what it is called when you move your boat from the hard (land) to water. Using the word “splash” to describe putting one’s boat in the water is perhaps a bit of…
October 22 – December 12, 2014. On October 22 we finally left Cabbagetown. Odd jobs were still rolling in, but the house sitting was growing thin and being that it was fall, our summer has just gone on for way…
April 30. It was a couple of hours past dawn. Greg rowed us from the dinghy dock out to where Blue Wing rested on a mooring ball, ready for her last journey of the season. I took the helm and…
Southern Florida is low, flat, and mucky. If you dig a hole two feet deep you will hit the water table, pulling up fluid as warm as that in the Gulf Stream’s current. But this underground water won’t fuel a…
