"RIGHT HERE...a place called La Parguera."
"It was cold and the rain pounded so hard it hurt. Couldn't see 100 yards, but Cap slowly picked his way through the coral to the anchorage. Dropped anchor, heard a shout, and there was Water Witch! They left at 3 am and got in an hour before us, and the rest arrived within an hour. Hit town for ice then went to WW for appetizers with Beyond and Chris Myr. I brought Hummus made from a box, which tasted OK but not as good as Joanie's on Destiny Calls: (smashed chick peas, lots of garlic, Tabasco, oil)."
"Cap doesn't want to use the generator much since a piece inside broke loose and blew a hole through the housing. We'll probably have to get another one, once we start working. The anchorage is dead calm this morning. There are some little islands covered with trees which pop out of the water, and there's a blimp nearby."
Mangroves, I learned they're called: "... are tropical trees that thrive in conditions most timber could never tolerate — salty, coastal waters, and the interminable ebb and flow of the tide." From conservation.org.
The blimp, nicknamed Fat Albert, was managed by a small Naval facility outside of town, very hush-hush. There were all sorts of rumors surrounding Albert and the Navy; including the suspicion that a number of UFO's were buried in the hills, where dastardly experiments were being performed on hoodwinked aliens.
|Johnny's docks, Ruff Life behind|
|Final log Ruff Life|
I'll let you guess who said that.
END PART 1
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