Our day started out perfect. We were on my aunt and uncle's houseboat with another couple, eating, relaxing and enjoying the great outdoors. After an hour and a half of cruising we ended up at a friend's cabin on Bayou Manchac.
As usual I was more interested in the dogs than the people. But riddle me this: why are most country dogs intact? In other words, the males were in serious need of neutering, or in dire need of some supportive underwear. :/ Even these little chihuahuas were packin'.
|Chico's little male friend who seemed like he wanted more than friendship. Ahem.|
This was Double D's first exposure to a coonass gathering. Pardon the expression, but that's what it was! The man who owned the cabin had just purchased it and said he was thinking of naming it Coonass Haven. Ha! (Hope no one is offended. They really do refer to themselves that way.)
Now for the adventure.
About an hour into the return voyage my uncle comes tearing down the ladder from his captain's perch looking like a crazed maniac, pulling up pieces of floor, throwing rope over his shoulder, desperately trying to get to the anchor. Apparently, he hit something that damaged his engine. We were stranded and getting dangerously close to the cypress knees and random logs jutting out of the shallow water, all a threat to the integrity of the boat. Next thing we know the sky's rumbling and we all looked up to see some bad weather approaching.
To make a VERY long story short, another houseboat came along and offered to tow us back home.
I re-learned a lesson that I've known since the cradle but the big city caused me to forget: a coonass will give you the shirt off their back if you need it. These people went to a GREAT deal of trouble to deposit us safely home. So if you see a boat on the bayou called YA ONT 2, be sure and wave at them, or if they need help, lend 'em a hand. Good, good people!
I hope my uncle's boat is okay. He recently spent $6,000 on a new transmission so he's a little anxious to know the damage.
Update on The Big Chill: we are thawing out around my house slowly but surely. We will get back to normal eventually. But the job search is on hold for a bit.
All photos taken with my iPhone.
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