Green Turtle Bay

I will defer to Cindy for this portion of the Blog. We didn't go anywhere in the boat, burn any fuel, or have any problems. I took it easy for 3 days!!

 

 

 

We had originally planned to stay at GTB for 2 nights, but after the first day we decided to extend it for another day.  We met a lot of loopers here, some for the second time.  We had crossed paths with  them as they went thru Grafton or stayed with them at Hoppies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cindy's Observations:  Day two at Green Turtle Bay we headed out  to Grand Rivers, a short 7 miles away. With a  looper discount coupon we rented a modified golf cart .  Installed on the brake pedal  was a button when depressed lit the wired on brake lights. A turn indicator was also an after market add on.  Now we were street legal. We had a 4 hour  limit so browsing  was  to be done swiftly.  The locals were very welcoming to visitors.  Behind Patties restaurant was an old town settlement .  There was a mill with the paddle wheel.  Quaint tiny chapel and pavilion for celebrations.  Hanging high in the cotton wood tree was a 6 pipe, ranging from 5-8', wind chime.  The grounds keepers  informed me that it only chimes with very strong winds.  The gray goose honked at all the passer bys.  Lunch was in Patties.  I had to try the Chess pie.  Created by a local which became part of the towns lore.  It was a pecan pie without pecans.  A flour crust on bottom with the pecan syrup filling (no pecans) and corn bread top crust.  It was sweet and tasty.  Docktails at 5:30, dinner at the yacht club.

Day three consisted of laundry and entering blogs.  Gemini Dream had organized a pot luck dinner looper style.  He provided the smoker and the boaters took their meat to be smoked.   After five hours of anticipation, tables were set and side dishes were prepared.  Then it happened.  The sky turned and a gale blew out our fire.  In more ways than one. It gave a "to go plate" a new meaning.  Food was being thrown onto plates and we were literally "running" back to our boats for shelter.  Food had never been served so fast nor tables cleared as fast as that frightful night.  We would not be able to tell Matt how wonderful the smoked meat tasted until the morning.  I bet  the wind chime in the cottonwood tree at Patties Settlement was really making a noise.