The Conga Line

Alas. A rained out boat parade. But never fear! There is another Saturday – next!!! It’s been raining all day. The mast is running water, big time. But my trusty Boy Scout read somewhere, sometime about such a situation (maybe not a mast) whereby you tie a line around the upright and leave a long end – the line catches the leaks and the water runs down the line into a bucket!!! Ah. Knew there was a reason I’ve kept him around for 38 years!!

Just talked to our friends, Jim & ‘conga’-Ellie, s/v FinniRish, and they are worn out!! 14 bridges from here to where they are 13 miles north of Las Olas. They are finished with bridges. But they have 6 more to go tomorrow! A stiff gin and tonic is helping unwind the tensions of the day! Must explain the “conga” . . . the awful thing about this otherwise really nice marina is the finger piers. Ours is only about 10 -12 feet long and starts out at the dock at maybe 2 ½ feet wide and narrows down to maybe 2 feet! And it is wobbly!! I am petrified of walking those few feet!! Ellie suggested going behind Peter (whom it doesn’t bother in the least – same with Jim) and hanging on to him. It works!! The other night we went to their boat for night caps and Ellie said “Ok, let’s form the conga line!” So we did!!! I am getting better and not gripping too hard – no wedgies!



Today is Monday and we have seen the sun all day!!! Our friend, Bill, on s/v Memento Mori from, you guessed it, Dock 6 arrived today! And according to observers, his single-handed docking was flawless. Another Dock 6 reunion (say, “dock party”) is in the works!!!

We are tied up in front of the Harbor Cove Restaurant--quiet by day but increasingly animated as the colorful stools fill up with patrons at the bar for happy hour.