Sunday, August 14, 2016

Boating on Lake Kerr

Yesterday was another boating day here in Florida, this time on Julie's and Jess' party barge on Lake Kerr.  We were joined by their daughter Seana, and friends Tammy and Adam.

Seana and dog.


Pamela, having a tough time relaxing.

The water was beautiful!

This is how you handle Florida heat.

1957 Crestliner.  All Aluminum.





Airboats don't need anchors.  They simply fly up on land.





And what better way to end the day than a tow home.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Boating on Lake George, Florida

Lake George is accessible by the ICW.  Simply go to the St. John's River, head towards Jacksonville, and keep on going 'til morning.

The boat launch in Astor.


Where we had great cheeseburgers for dinner!



Nope.  I don't know how they turn around in there.




A fine repurposing of an old sportscar.

Yes, it is that flat and featureless.

But perfect for airboats!

Ospreys.


Death wish...

Cormorant.


Oops.





Saturday, July 2, 2016

Vicktory Dog

Today, I shall drink a vicktory beer in honor of Tug, one of the pitbulls rescued from that bastard Michael Vick.

Tug, the Vicktory Dog.   Click the link for the story.

Rescued dogs truly understand that they've been saved.  If you need or want a dog, consider a rescue.  In particular, a pitbull.  Like Chevy, they're the best.







The best dogs.  Ever.  Rescues.




Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Haunted By Buzzards

Those of you who have been reading this blog for years know that I have a history with buzzards.  They follow me, starting at the C&D Canal.   They must think death is imminent.  No one lives forever, but I certainly hope they're wrong.  Well, they're back.

Pamela, mother-in-law Judi, and I went to Salt Springs for a picnic on Memorial Day. They were swimming and I laid down in a lounge chair to take a nap. I was alerted by nearby people saying "Buzzard! You have a buzzard!" I opened my eyes and saw this guy about six feet away, eyeballing me. I guess I didn't move much.


Friday, May 27, 2016

Cruising the St. John's River

Well, not really cruising.  You don't cruise at 30 knots.

The last time we were on the St. John's, we traveled from Jacksonville to Green Cove Springs to have Drift Away hauled out.  It was the end of our voyage, and a most certainly bitter-sweet moment.  We did it.  I fulfilled a life long dream of cruising, and took along my soul mate to boot.  It was bitter because it was over.  Sweet because it happened, and we have memories to last our lifetime.

And here we were several years later, bouncing down the same river that we cruised at 8 knots doing 30+ knots in a 20 foot bowrider.  My my my, the strange twists life takes.

It was a wonderful day with good friends.  But now Pamela wants a boat again.  ~sigh~.




Back at the helm!


Believe it or not, this is a coal electric plant, not nuclear.

Check out the size of this boat house!



A live-aboard.  Boat blight.  

Notice the chick on the right.


Buzzards, no doubt looking for me.