Thursday, December 23, 2010

Marvin Key

We got on Chuck and Wayne's 21 foot boat and Cheyenne immediately appropriated a comfortable spot on the cushion in the cuddy cabin. The rest of us disposed ourselves around the boat for the twenty minute ride to Marvin Key.Zuzu and Tootie (I can't tell them apart) kept an eye on the engine.I was looking around on a beautiful seventy five degree afternoon.I enjoy being the passenger and as this was my first trip to Marvin I had nothing to add to Chuck's handling of the boat, here passing under North Harris Channel Bridge Mile Marker 18. There is a collection of liveaboard boaters north of Sugarloaf Marina.
The back country is littered with small mangrove islands, dots of green that break up the blue on blue of sea and sky. We saw a few cormorants and a pod of dolphin as we cruised up to Marvin Key, and we also enjoyed a brief interlude when the "Check Engine Light" came on and we waited for the situation to resolve itself, which it did after five minutes of floating around. Then we arrived and found a great deal more water than anticipated. The idea at Marvin Key is to arrive at low tide and enjoy spreading sands and lots of room to run the dogs. Cheyenne was still snug in the cabin and there was nowhere for her to walk. It seemed a shame to disturb the birds for such a small piece of sand above water. Zuzu (or Tootie) had found her own spot to observe proceedings as we tootled around looking for dry sand of which there was none.
Wayne likes to keep the dogs leashed as they have a tendency to forget themselves on the water.
Sartorially correct for a day on the water with the prospect of wading.
Chuck has made himself insufferable lately boasting about the size of his "tomatoes." Here he is lecturing my wife about some uninteresting subject, probably his success as a gardener.
With nowhere to walk the dogs we turned tail and headed south. A center console that passed us on the way out turned around and came back alongside us. It was a fast easy ride home. Chuck took the channel headlong at full speed, brave lad, as the water was so thin we couldn't come off a plane and risk hitting bottom.
Then we went crabbing. A story for another cold dark winter's day.