Well, John and I hopped on the very first opportunity to take The Bar Tender for a ride. Matee came along for the ride. I brought her a juicy bone which she gnawed on most of the night. We cut across Tilghman Island to save some time. John was most concerned that The Bar Tender was too tall to fit under the bridge so we devised a precise way to see if we would make it. I stuck my head out through the enclosure and put my hand up. Yep, clearance. Perfect.
Across the bay, we set the anchor (more on that later) in Duns Cove. We anchored right in the middle of the cove with no one else around. Dinner was going to be grilled steaks, potatoes and onions, and fresh asparagus but we got rained out. So, dinner ended up being french bread bruschetta instead. That was fine with us though. We just sat on the back of the boat and chatted for 3 hours. I remember so well how Mom and Dad would sit on her bed before retiring for the night and chat about their day. I used to ask what they had to talk about as they were together all day. They both shrugged their shoulders and said how good the day was. And, that's pretty much what we did - with a bit of exploration on the computer of Key West tours.
The first tour is going to be the dolphin watch so I'll know where they are. Sharyn and I will do that the first week we're there. Second will be a head boat so Sharyn and I can fill the freezer with fresh fish. John bought me a fishing pole too so fish is definitely on the menu. Back to The Bar Tender...
Powering over to Tilghman Island for a fill up (our first - gonna be painful!) and then back to the marina or Chesapeake Beach to bum around for the day. We'll probably stay in one of those two places overnight as John has to go to work tomorrow and I have some more prep to do for KW, including running the jet ski over to Jimmy for tuneup. Changing out the tires on the trailer for the ride to KW also. Darn, there's KW popping into the conversation again.
Pictures will be posted in a bit when I upload from the Nikon - what a wonderful camera that is.
Friday, March 2, 2012
I'm happy to report that "The Bar Tender" is finally in the water - finally. It's been a long, expensive haul but we're banking on many many enjoyable times with family and friends this summer.
The Bar Tender can carry about 8 so we need to find some friends - not really. We've already got people lined up for trips over to Red Eyes Dock Bar, Tilghman Island, and Solomons Island for overnighters.
John and I are heading out today and going to Dunns Cove across the bay for the night. It's supposed to rain and thunder later this evening, so a dinner feast of grilled steaks, potatoes and a ceremonial popping of a delightful Ridge Merlot will be topped by a sound sleep (I hope!). Matee will come along for the ride and, since she's the only litter trained dog, sadly, she's it.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Well, I'm shortly going to retire my other blog, Gertie's Galavants - Tales of Travels with a 95 year old. Mom died Feb 15, 2012 so it's time to wrap that blog up and start anew with this blog designed specifically to document John and my's travels. In case you're interested though, that blog is Gertie's Galavants.
John and I have been together almost 4.5 years and, as he would say, "I don't hate you or anything!" The first time he said this, I was a bit taken back until I realized that, although my previous relationships had mostly lasted 4 years, they all should have been over around the 2 year mark. My marriage, on the other hand, was over before it started really.
Regardless, here we are together and we couldn't be happier. With Mom gone though, there is a different dynamic; I'm fully John's now. Previously, he had to share me with my Mom and, because of his very giving nature, he understood that my alliance was to her first. It had to be - that's what I promised my Dad and I don't go back on my word.
So, as I step into the future, I couldn't be happier to have this magnificent man by my side. He's a man that I didn't even dare dream of. When Mom told him one day that he reminded her a lot of Dad, he beamed and so did I. I've seen the similarities in the way John looks at me and the way Dad looked at Mom. There's were times when, even in large crowds or family gatherings, I'd see them look at each other as though they were the only two in the room. I'm so grateful to have that same relationship, even a bit later in life. Better late than never.
So, dear readers, whomever you are, we're about to start on a most excellent journey - where it will go, what paths we'll wander is yet to be decided. But, wherever our journeys, they're going to be excellent (and funny).