Made it. Didn't get any fish. Not even a bite. They said the fish were feeding on shrimp, and are not Hungary, but we didn't care, we just like being on the water. Nice weather. Nice scenery. Good beer. Good coke. Better than hangin by your lip on a nail.

Here, still. Okay, to go camping, it seems like a hundred and one things to do, to get on the road. Loading all the necessary things into the motor home, Like beer, food and, coke, and looking after the boat, and trailer. Had to put new lights on the trailer. Got her, or him, all loaded, by 12:30 PM, climb in to the drivers seat. Start THE MOTOR. Got the motor going. We're off. Wait a minute, there's something wrong with the stearing. Like it's out fluid. Go to look, and the fluid line is broke. Unload some of the perishable stuff. Take home to garage. fix it tomorrow. Don't call us, we'll call you. Now, waiting for a phone call. I keep jumping, up, and down, yelling, Life, is good, life is good. My, view.

 Goin fishing tomorrow. What's with the beer? Well, it's nice to have a beer now and then, as I gazes over the water, and dream of getting out there if the wind would slow down enough to get the boat away from the shore.  If that don't happen, I have a bucket, I can put water in, and dip my hook in there. Just for a little humor, that's what I did one time, sitting under the motor home canopy, fishing in a bucket. I don't know why people were looking at me , with a funny look on their faces.