I’ve realized that once you decide to stay two nights in one spot it becomes much less of a “search and destroy-survival” event and instead more of a leisurely flow—which is what I thought we were doing already!
So Nick jaunted off for his first golf outing since his rib incident 5 weeks ago.
And Ziggy and B went for a “hike” along the lake that turned into a scramble after the trail petered out…..and then a jaunt through a parking lot.
But then Ziggy and I happened upon the Confederate Army Reenactment Camp
We did actually flow a bit on the river on our “sister-boat” for a dinner outing to Fat Daddy’s where we snuck in in 2’ of water! Yikes! Just a little silt kicked up. Nice to be able to raise the prop!
After dinner we returned to our quiet, peaceful and what we thought was empty-of-all-life marina and were greeted by the last Harvest Moonrise of 2016 (see feature photo above!). We had planned to go see the Cannon Ball extravaganza at the Confederate Camp but the ranger told us it was nothing special. Sitting dockside in the dark, the cannons pounded in the distance at least 6 times and echoed even more. Inky (our sister-boat dog) ran away crazed. She did return out of the shadows of the woods but not after the four of us and a very nice couple who live aboard searched and called for an hour (I guess it WAS a search and survival kind of day after all). During that time we all came across, to our surprise, quite a variety of fellows on their boats at this marina… I’m sure if you let your imagination go, you could come up with a few visions and conversations.