West to L.A.

My pal Dawg will be having a birthday next week. I thought of him when I saw this barge full of artificial reefs. There's a service that puts your ashes in concrete, makes these things and then submerges them to make a "living" reef.

Left the shipyard marina about 10, and headed out into Pensacola Bay. The water is more tannin stained than Charlotte Harbor, and this morning was pretty choppy from the East wind.

We motored west past Big Lagoon State Park where Brandon and I spent two very cold nights back in the last century. We launched a Beneteau 23.5 here, and sailed around in two 30 degree days, and then cancelled our trip and returned home. Looks like the law doggies are still at the scene of the crime. I know the inside of that boat still smells like smoked sausage.

The waterway in Alabama is a study in contrasts. One side is undeveloped marsh land that looks a lot like North Carolina. The other side looks like any other waterfront. Condos and marinas.

There's some really nice homes, and some shacks. Look close at the little sailboat on their lift. It's an S-2 7.9. I've had 4 of them, and it's the largest boat on Eagle Creek.