Inside Potluck Humor

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Too much time on my hands...

Spinnaker's and Sandboxes

Here's some pictures Cherie took of the sandbox and Fidelis flying her spinnaker...




Yar! This be me matey Joe, and we sail far bureed treshyarr, lootin' the booty, pilagin' the plundarrr, and makin' way in me first maties (the boys) trusty vessel far land!!! Hoist up the skull and bones Joe, and give a hardy "LAND HO!" far the "sandbox" is comin' ta shorrre!

Skippy's Pride

New Plans and Spinnakers

We had initially planned on sailing to New Bern this weekend but decided because of wind direction forecasts, to head to South River instead. On the way back in from South River, we saw several fishing trawlers leaving out for their Sunday exit. I decided to take a picture of the Emily Brooke. We got the chance to fly our Spinnaker from Minnesott Beach to South River, and then from South River back home...pictures coming soon...

Morning Wake Up Call

At 6:15 this morning I heard a short but sharp chirp every once in a while....very loud... when I peeped out the companionway, this is who was giving us our wake up call....don't know what it is....but he's ornery!

A Ghost On The Beach

We decided to take a trip to the beach today, this little guy was hanging out near our little pad out there, so I caught a snapshot of him as he was scurrying across the sand....

Kayaking Psalms

Kayaking The Back Rivers

After a 1/2 day of sanding and varnishing I thought I'd paddle down under the bridge and up into some of the small rivers...while there, I caught a few photos...

That Old Truck

A slow drive through this small fishing village gives you a brief view of what lies there....but to stop, get out, and take a walk helps to capture the lesser things. You can pass the waterfront where the fishing boats lie, where the smell of fresh fish and the mix of cooked restaurant food permeates the salt air, and small stores lazily find business through the weekday lulls. You can make a left at the end of that captivating road and you'll find a row of beautiful full bushes that overhang the sidewalk on the right and provide amazing smells of fresh flowers in the spring, and incredible shade from the bright afternoon sun. Not far up the road stand several beautiful houses, some of the most beautiful in town, before you arrive at the town park. One of these spectacular houses has an incredible old Ford pickup that rests on the red brick driveway....a brilliant yellow. This vehicle captures my eye each time I see it, and sounds as beautiful as it looks, on the chanced sighting of it purring gracefully down the road. I thought I'd try my luck at getting a good shot of that beautiful truck today... this is what I ended up with...

Peter Playing Sax

The video is very short...batteries ran out on the camera...and the lighting is poor, but it's a tidbit of the music that was played. This is Peter and I (with Bob on banjo, and Perry on a backpacker guitar...)

Peter and Gail Head To Australia

This picture was taken at Croakerfest. Peter and Gail headed back to Australia, after an event filled weekend.


We watched fireworks from the water on Independence Day rafted up with Perry and Susan and in the company of many friends...then we came back to the gazebo, did a little pickin' and grinnin' (Peter played sax for the first time with us) and we ate some great snacks.

This is a picture of the boys, who ran into their friend Blake (his father plays guitar for a band called the Soul Shakers, that played at the Croakerfest. Caught this shot right after they took their shots at putt putt.