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Well, it was a great trip. I picked Mikey up Sat. morning and we got to the dock around 9:45 after having to figure out a trailer wiring problem. A couple of my buddies made it out right after us and helped move a lot of the lumber. We also saw Mudslinger12 out there trying to steal some of my fish from the bayou. Not having time to catch any cwabbies, I did a farmer's boil for lunch. I threw in a canned ham, potatoes, and sausage. I made it extra Cajuny and it was good. My buddies left and 007 and I got to work securing the dock with lag bolts. The crazy dude actually hopped in the water with the ELECTRIC impact wrench and got the job done. I was kind of freaking out the whole time, but he kept telling me to stop being a Nancy. I thought it was worth noting that he purposefully went into the water, which is rather unusual. More often he involuntarily falls in. 
That done, I got dinner started and we did some good front porch sittin'. I was pretty looped due to my discovery of Sierra Nevada Torpedo Extra IPA at the Kroger. Man did it torpedo me! We had a couple really good steaks for dinner and I had a whole rotisserie chicken in the ice chest for dessert. I was sitting there and Mike asked about the chicken, so I told him to throw it on the grill. He opened the bag and threw the whole chicken, save for one drum stick onto the grill . . . . . No, instead he threw it INTO THE BAYOU! No kidding. I don't know how that happened, but with 007, something has to fall into the water. I told him to go get it as I was not going to waste an entire chicken just because it fell into the water. Instead of grilling it, I threw it into the old crab boil. I reckoned that would wash it off and kill any germs too. Ah, the strange things that happen.
After dinner, Mike watched football and vjer kept calling with the U of H scores. Pretty cool how they pulled it off. I was so happy that Tulane won and LSU lost. I bashed on the drywall for a while, much to the chagrin of 007 as he was trying to enjoy his football games. I reckoned I'd find something quieter to do. I headed out to the dock to fish the lights and came up with one 9 or 10 inch trout. I shut it down around 10pm and went to check on Mike. He was out like a light. My night lasted much longer as I had just opened a bottle of wine. Dee dee dee. I don't remember much. It was pretty awesome seeing the tide roll in so high. I hit the sack around 2:30am.
This morning I awoke and looked out the window and saw no marsh where it was supposed to be. I couldn't remember why, but I didn't feel so good. LOL! I reckoned we should get ready to get out of there with the tide being where it was. Luckily it started dropping, so we were not hurried in our preparations for egress. Mike even slogged back into the marsh to retrieve some pilings that floated back there a few weeks ago in that bull tide. It was nice to be able to take our time. We left right at noon and I luckily made it home to watch the Saints' glorious victory.
I can only hope that the high tide doesn't wash away any of the things we secured with ropes. It was a useful trip and we had a good time. Now it's back to the old salt mines until next weekend. On that note, I'm waiting to hear from my dad about his plans. Tulane plays Rice next Saturday and he may fly into town for the game. If that happens, Dad and I won't make it out there until Sunday, but TMO and company should be there. If Dad does come in, we'll probably stay at the camp Sunday/Monday and I'll take the day off of work.
We gotta get some work done on the Ghost Camp. Darn thing is a thorn in my paw.
Sorry no pics this week. Left the darn camera at home.
- Sandy
That done, I got dinner started and we did some good front porch sittin'. I was pretty looped due to my discovery of Sierra Nevada Torpedo Extra IPA at the Kroger. Man did it torpedo me! We had a couple really good steaks for dinner and I had a whole rotisserie chicken in the ice chest for dessert. I was sitting there and Mike asked about the chicken, so I told him to throw it on the grill. He opened the bag and threw the whole chicken, save for one drum stick onto the grill . . . . . No, instead he threw it INTO THE BAYOU! No kidding. I don't know how that happened, but with 007, something has to fall into the water. I told him to go get it as I was not going to waste an entire chicken just because it fell into the water. Instead of grilling it, I threw it into the old crab boil. I reckoned that would wash it off and kill any germs too. Ah, the strange things that happen.
After dinner, Mike watched football and vjer kept calling with the U of H scores. Pretty cool how they pulled it off. I was so happy that Tulane won and LSU lost. I bashed on the drywall for a while, much to the chagrin of 007 as he was trying to enjoy his football games. I reckoned I'd find something quieter to do. I headed out to the dock to fish the lights and came up with one 9 or 10 inch trout. I shut it down around 10pm and went to check on Mike. He was out like a light. My night lasted much longer as I had just opened a bottle of wine. Dee dee dee. I don't remember much. It was pretty awesome seeing the tide roll in so high. I hit the sack around 2:30am.
This morning I awoke and looked out the window and saw no marsh where it was supposed to be. I couldn't remember why, but I didn't feel so good. LOL! I reckoned we should get ready to get out of there with the tide being where it was. Luckily it started dropping, so we were not hurried in our preparations for egress. Mike even slogged back into the marsh to retrieve some pilings that floated back there a few weeks ago in that bull tide. It was nice to be able to take our time. We left right at noon and I luckily made it home to watch the Saints' glorious victory.
I can only hope that the high tide doesn't wash away any of the things we secured with ropes. It was a useful trip and we had a good time. Now it's back to the old salt mines until next weekend. On that note, I'm waiting to hear from my dad about his plans. Tulane plays Rice next Saturday and he may fly into town for the game. If that happens, Dad and I won't make it out there until Sunday, but TMO and company should be there. If Dad does come in, we'll probably stay at the camp Sunday/Monday and I'll take the day off of work.
We gotta get some work done on the Ghost Camp. Darn thing is a thorn in my paw.
Sorry no pics this week. Left the darn camera at home.
- Sandy
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