We haven't been in a big city in a long time. We forgot that there are many people who want your spare change in big cities. People who will be spending the night in the park where you have tied up at the dock. People who might figure out how easy it is to board your docked boat and find your spare change.
So we fled up the St. John's River to the suburbs.
Where the scruffiest people are also sailors.
They may not have had a bath in a few days, either. They also drink copious amounts of cheap beer. But for some reason we're o.k. with that. I guess it's because they're on their boats, and we're on ours. And nobody asks for money. (They know we don't have any!)
I wasn't referring to our good friends, the Richies, with the above commentary.
But we did spend a lot of time with them once we got anchored in Julington Creek.
When they heard we were coming, they made arrangements for us to use a friend's dock.
They picked us up for dinner. They loaned us their truck, their washer and dryer and their back porch. (Well, they loaned us the whole house... the picture just happens to be on the back porch.)
They took us to a fun Farmer's market.
They fed us. We fed them. We even took them sailing.
There's nothing better than hanging out with folks you've known and loved for 25 years.
They really made our weekend special... now... how soon can we do this again?
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