The weather finally relented a bit and it was good to get moving again after three days in St Petersburg (BTW, the town was named by a Russian after THE St Petersburg in Russia…. it was long ago so Putin was not involved…or maybe he was). After a lazy morning walking around and watching a retiree softball game (unbelievable to see a double play turned because it takes the runner 30 seconds to “run” from 1st to 2nd base) we left under sunny skies and warming temps.
We didn’t have a big distance to travel as we’re simply dinking around the general Tampa Bay area waiting to head back to Cortez for our fancy new floor later this week.
Despite improving weather, we were one of the few boats out in the chop. Those we did see were flying Alabama flags and headed to downtown Tampa for the game. We headed the opposite direction to the Gulf Port Municipal Marina.
What a cool place! It’s a little marina off the ICW and tucked into a neighborhood so it has a totally laid back vibe. Even better it had floating docks so no clambering in and out of the boat to random elevations based on tides.
Gulf Port itself was one of the Rand McNally’s six finalists out of 600 cities best for food! Needless to say, we took the less than one mile walk from the marina to check out the scene.
Lots of cool restaurants and ZERO chain stores or eateries.
We enjoyed a late lunch and then set off for a walk around town (amazing how much driftwood and jewelry art one community can sustain). Along the way, we found a driver’s license on the sidewalk. B wanted to mail it to the owner, but N suggested cruising the bars looking for cute blondes in their mid-40’s (like the pic on the license!) and was dumbfounded when B agreed. N spotted the owner at the second bar, but B was the one authorized for the handover. Just as well, the blonde was with a bunch of Alabama fans.
Amazingly, we came to learn you can ride a bike from where we were in Tarpon Springs all the way to here along the “car free” Pinellas Trail. That realization has us considering folding bikes, but we’ll see. There’s only so much crap you can load on a 28’ boat!
EPILOGUE: We decided to get some folding bikes and will pick them up a few marina stops along the way.