Monday, July 26, 2010

Oh, Da...

As I mentioned earlier, Da was supposed to be coming through Gould's Sunday on his way to Ronnie's house at Barbour Island for a week of vacation. I know. Trading island life for island life? But, on Barbour, there are NO DNR RESPONSIBILITIES. A much needed break for him.

Well, we waited and waited. No Da. About 6:40, we called him to see where he was. His houseguests were late getting out, a few even missing the ferry. Which meant Da had to get them off, before he could leave, making him late, late, late. When we reached him, he was just hitting Ludowici, headed to Glennville to pick up Matthew, before returning back to Gould's to load up for Barbour. Needless to say, he didn't make it back before we left to come home. I'm assuming they headed back that way this morning.

Well. Wayne was headed back to Gould's to take our little boat in to the shop this afternoon, but when he got there, our shop was standing wide open, all the lights on. Da's truck and a boat trailer was parked in the yard, and our 4-wheeler and little boat were missing. A short search later, 4-wheeler and little boat trailer located at our dock. Scan the river... Ronnie's large Carolina Skififif dead center of the largest mudbar in Barbour River, about 45 feet from the water.

A little deducing produced this scenareo. Da's rushed, Matthew's excited, Grandma's, well, Grandma. They get a week's worth of clothes, food and entertainment loaded into the skiff, and take off for Barbour. Shortly thereafter, running aground, tide going out quickly. Nothing you can do with the skiffiff, but sit until the tide comes back.

HOT! HOT! HOT! Not much traffic in the Barbour River any day, but a Monday was probably non-existent. Da must now swim, against the tide, across the river back to the dock. Walk the 150 yards back to our "condo", unlock, move out the golf cart, hook up the 4-wheeler to the little boat, get it to the lift and in the water, zip across to Grandma and Matthew, UNload all that crap into the little boat (no idea if it all went in one load), run it to Barbour, and UNload it all again. Now, waiting for the tide to come in so he can get Ronnie's boat off the mudbar, and reverse action with our boat, 4-wheeler, then golf cart. Only thing that might make the whole thing a little funnier... if Uncle Gary, Linda, Dillon and his friend were also on board. Flintstone would NEVER let that little tale die ~

You think Da will be hitting the "tater juice" tonight? LOL! Poor Da.
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1 comment:

  1. I can't believe he swam back to the dock and against the tide!! GO DA!!!!!
    I remember when he and daddy water skied all the way through Blackbeard Creek - ages and ages ago!

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