Another Sunday, another boat ride with the boys and their 21 foot cabin cruiser.
The low tide for Marvin Key, 20 minutes north of Sugarloaf Key, was around noon yesterday and we planned to take advantage of it. The sandy beaches here are spectacular but they only appear at low tide.
The wife and I stopped at Five Brothers on Ramrod Key for Cuban breakfast sandwiches and we wolfed them down at Wayne and Chuck's place before we left, closely monitored by all three dogs. The Chuck piloted us out across the turquoise waters to Marvin with the intention of arriving before the hordes got off their knees and into their boats with stereos and much shouting always in attendance. It turns out Wayne and Chuck know a small sandbar up a dead end creek which offers deep water swimming close by and tons of privacy. The only trouble we had was getting Princess Chuck off the boat without getting his feet wet. 
Cheyenne is quite fond of Wayne and she went for a walk with him across the sand which left me bereft, but stoic.
Zuzu (or Tootie I can't tell the Vizlas apart) did a very good imitation of me looking stoic.
We swam, we talked, we napped we swam some more and we lamented our decision not bring nourishment to this lonely outpost. I could strangled someone for a packet of potato chips; why chips I don't know but I got a sudden craving. Wayne craved sleep.
Eventually we got our stuff together, put the chairs back in the boat, poured the dogs in after them and took off for home about three hours after we arrived. We were still alone on our sandbar, though the more well known parts of Marvin Key were getting the inhabited look of a sunny Keys weekend.
Chuck drove us home, parked the boat with a flourish and for his next trick whipped a pizza out of the fridge and Wayne set it to heating on the pizza stone in their grill. 
"Hmm," Chuck said thoughtfully. "The crust is too whole wheat and didn't rise properly." I barely heard him as I was drifting off into the land of Nod on his hammock. A strenuous Sunday indeed.
The low tide for Marvin Key, 20 minutes north of Sugarloaf Key, was around noon yesterday and we planned to take advantage of it. The sandy beaches here are spectacular but they only appear at low tide.
The wife and I stopped at Five Brothers on Ramrod Key for Cuban breakfast sandwiches and we wolfed them down at Wayne and Chuck's place before we left, closely monitored by all three dogs. The Chuck piloted us out across the turquoise waters to Marvin with the intention of arriving before the hordes got off their knees and into their boats with stereos and much shouting always in attendance. It turns out Wayne and Chuck know a small sandbar up a dead end creek which offers deep water swimming close by and tons of privacy. The only trouble we had was getting Princess Chuck off the boat without getting his feet wet. Cheyenne is quite fond of Wayne and she went for a walk with him across the sand which left me bereft, but stoic.
Zuzu (or Tootie I can't tell the Vizlas apart) did a very good imitation of me looking stoic.
We swam, we talked, we napped we swam some more and we lamented our decision not bring nourishment to this lonely outpost. I could strangled someone for a packet of potato chips; why chips I don't know but I got a sudden craving. Wayne craved sleep.Eventually we got our stuff together, put the chairs back in the boat, poured the dogs in after them and took off for home about three hours after we arrived. We were still alone on our sandbar, though the more well known parts of Marvin Key were getting the inhabited look of a sunny Keys weekend.Chuck drove us home, parked the boat with a flourish and for his next trick whipped a pizza out of the fridge and Wayne set it to heating on the pizza stone in their grill. "Hmm," Chuck said thoughtfully. "The crust is too whole wheat and didn't rise properly." I barely heard him as I was drifting off into the land of Nod on his hammock. A strenuous Sunday indeed. 
2 comments:
mmmmm....pizza.
Third from the last shot....great composition with the clouds taking center stage.
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