We needed gas, but the marina had none. They suggested we go one mile up the road to a gas station. Not having a car, Joe and I each carried a gas can and hoofed it. The good people of Slidell passed us without offering assistance.
An immigrant laborer offered us a ride in the back of his truck. We gladly accepted. He waited for us and drove us back. Would not accept money. He said, "you have a boat, I have a car. Next time I need a boat, you help me." He and his truck and his power washer went off to work.
I am not interested in hearing anyone complaining of illegals. Even if he were an illegal, he was a good samaritan. God bless him!
Got assistance at the dock from a very nice guy. He and his wife just got back from a 3 year Caribbean cruise. They are selling their boat and looking for jobs. Check out their website.
Pulled out of the slip, and the motor promptly conked out. Problem: a cut in the fuel line. We fixed it (well, it was mostly Joe) and were off to the races.
Passed through a bascule bridge at Hwy 11 and motorsailed to Bayou Castine.
What a relief to see the Ponchartrain Yacht Club and the approach to Bayou Castine in the distance.
Went to the harbor, tied up, and headed back to North Louisiana after having dinner in BR.
Bliss is back in Bayou Castine, where she spent the first 29 or so years of her life.
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