Since today is Art's last day on the boat. I've asked him to write his version of our adventure:
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The Bubble |
My two weeks in a bubble by day and a cave by night is
coming to an end. The bubble is the cockpit of
Pura Vida surrounded by
clear plastic for protection of cold weather and the cave is the V-birth that I
crashed in early each night.
My 15 day
journey from Port Arthur Texas to Apalachicola Florida with my brother was fun.
My part of his and Ruth’s Journey to the
Bahamas, was to help Greg get their boat to Florida. Mission accomplished.
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Art's Cave |
Getting up before sunrise, motoring/sailing 25 to 60
miles a day has been an adventure. So
many sights in nature were revealed; eagles, ducks, pelicans, abandoned and
partially sunk sailboats, people, barges, riverboats, houses, towering motels, old
towns, cities, forest, swamps, bayous, sandy white beaches, rivers, including
the mighty Mississippi. We sailed in sounds, bays, and the Gulf of Mexico. We
even anchored at an island in the Gulf one night. For some reason, Mark Twain comes to mind.

We didn’t watch TV; however, we did have our computers
(Greg logged into his blog each night).
Guitars
were brought out on several occasions.
Spending
time with Greg brought back memories of two young boys sharing a room at our parent’s
house on Brinkman Drive, in Port Arthur. Conversations
would come up like “what do you think dad would say about this trip?”
We both concluded the same answer and laughed.
He wouldn’t care for it.
Time has gone by as quickly and as smoothly as a pair of
Pelicans gliding inches above the surface of the water. My watch is over and my nephew, Bryce, will take my
place. I’m sure he will enjoy this
adventure as much as I have.
Thanks Ruth and Greg for letting me be part of your
journey.
Art