Around 5 pm last night, a game warden was at the docks checking catches of the incoming boats. He was quite a character...could play the harmonica quite well while waiting for the fishermen to show him their catch of the day. He was finding out what kind of fish were caught and/or released, and where, but he would also check regulation bag limits and sizes and licenses.
After yesterday's near grounding, we decided to cancel our plans for today, which was to "yacht" with friends Jack & Angie, and Ralph & Debbie, and instead just meet them for lunch. So, Bob and I spent a kick back morning reading the Sunday paper and taking care of some housekeeping chores. When Bob went to the park office to get some ice for our cooler, Sonny, the manager there ,commented that our pontoon appeared to be sinking in the back. It really did look a lot lower in the water than the front, but we were just about to go to the restaurant, so we had to leave it as it was.
After a very nice lunch and gab fest, Angie and Jack needed to head back to Bonita, but Debbie and Ralph came to check out the park, as they thought they might decide to spend a weekend here in their RV and go kayaking. We had a nice visit sitting in the breezes under the chickee hut.
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| Jack assuring us there is life after insurance. |
The tide was still too low to try to get the boat out. We could see one of the shoals we had hit the day before. Although at high tide it looks as though there is plenty of water, it's incredible to see how shallow it really is with the changing tides.
Later, when the high tide was coming in, Bob was able to get the boat out of the water. He didn't find any damage, and "thumping" on the pontoons generated a hollow sound...an indication they were not filled with water. We think it was either the way the front of the boat was tied to the dock, or the weight of the extra filled gas tanks we had on the back of the boat, or a combination of both.
We tried fishing from the dock...but again, even the cat fish weren't hungry.
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