See, this isn't her house. She's renting out her house and housesitting this one for a client of hers. She's been there two years already and her stay looks to be pretty much indefinite. She doesn't mind at all, because she loves this house more than her own. Anyway, the owner decided about two weeks ago to build a new dock and sent a crew in to tear out the old one. They did that, and that's where they left things. No work on a new dock has been started yet. What she's left with is a tiny little dock maybe six boards wide. It actually feels more like walking the plank. Anyway, we pulled up to her little mini-dock and she started tying up the boat. She told me to go ahead and get out once she had the rear (stern?) moored, so I picked up my dog and stepped out. With one foot on the dock and one in the boat, the darn boat started drifting back out, which had me doing an inadvertent split. She was trying hard to get the thing back up next to the dock, but no dice and ... my split kept getting wider and wider. Finally, when I couldn't have split another 1/4 inch without losing all my innards, I pretty much knew I was going into the water head-first, with the dog in my arms, and I can't swim for squat. She's well aware of my Deep-Water-Over-My-Head phobia, so at that point she grabbed me by my shorts and pulled me back into the boat, which is how I bruised the crap out of my legs and butt. Both thighs felt like they'd been dislocated (thigh bone disconnected from the hip bone), but I think I only maybe pulled muscles in them. All I know is that I'm sore as a sonofagun.
Other than that, I had a fabulous time. I ate entirely too much, but who counts calories on vacation? I can starve this week. I'd tell you all about it, but I think it might be easier to just show you.
Out back, on the canal
Porch off my bedroom
My dog stalking a lizard
Heading up the canal to the Intercoastal Waterway
Meandering up the canal
Nearing the channel into the Intercoastal
On the Intercoastal
Approaching Topsail Island
Heading back to the dock
My dog, on her Excellent Adventure as a Salty Dawg
The back yard again. The gray building is a storage shed, the white one is a guest cottage.
And then I have this little video clip, taken when I accidentally hit the video button on my camera.