A great Boat trip but they usually ARE!


The Reverend came by the Dock Thursday morning and kidnapped me aboard his 27' Tritoon. He thought I was suffering from cabin fever, which I am and in need of a boat ride, which I really was. “I ain't taking you for a beer cause Mrs. Boatguy has forbidden the ingestion of such fluids into your broken body.”

“My body isn't broken, too much,” I quipped but I knew he was right and she was right and they were right. (Doctors) See, I didn't count on the infection compromising my chest. Even though the open heart surgery went great, along came the infection to fuck things up.

“Let's take a spin around Fort Myers Beach before it gets to real hot and the happy hour crowds crawl out and tempts you,” The Rev said. So we did, the Rev, me and my chest vacuum which I have to wear so my 'wound' heals from the inside out. It is a pain to be tied to the vac but everyone says it will be worth it in the end. Bullshit!

To say I enjoyed the back bay to the South can't describe the joy of seeing all the wildlife including Manatees which I dislike the sea cows immensely because they 'muck' up all the local boating. But after 2 months even they were a welcome site. After a brief discussion about a side trip including lunch at one of our favorite waterfront restaurant, Coconut Jacks on Bonita Beach road, we decided to race up the face of fort Myers Beach before the sea breeze chopped up the near shore water.

27' tri-toon is really fast and comfortable at moderates speed of 20 to 30 mph and even the 80 degree temperature seemed almost chilly when the Sun went into hiding. At the north end of the island we marveled at the beauty of the empty beach and anticipated the bar openings and crowds arriving. On the backside in the no-wake zone we felt the heat of the day building.

This quiet ride gave the Rev time to show me the newest additions to his 'cruising' version of the 27' Tritoon. It all started coming together after the install of the hard top.Steve 'Ahab' had rebuilt the bench seats so instead of holding life jackets, they now held life jackets, a Honda Generator, a portable AC unit and they converted into bunks. “I'm going to be done with the modifications by June and then I'm going to the Keys,” said the Reverend.

”I feel partly responsible for your madness with my tales of cruising the Everglades in that 16' Wahoo Offshore but you will be so much better prepared than Scott Nice and I. I'm sure you have a great time, I said.

“All the legs have been spoken for except the Lost Man's River stretch,” said the Rev, “it was an unfair drawing because you were in the hospital so you have bump rights. If you want one!”

“I'll see how I feel!”

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