More bloggywogs for your eggy-eyes-april 14 2008

gauge label I grabbed from the shipwreck "Provider"



Sunset, duh!



It really is that color







Detail of the parrotfish I shot


MONDAY, APRIL 14 2008 by Greasy Grampy HARBOR ISLAND
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about the shipwreck on the way to Spanish Wells where we stopped and had a bonfire on the deck after we explored the inside. We did that. Then we went to Stepford Wells, as I mentioned already.
We really came all the way here so that we could rent Scuba Gear at Spanish Wells, and then scuba this train wreck that’s off of the reefs on the north side of the island. Yeah, I said “train.” Apparently, it was a Union train captured by the Confederacy, then sold to Cuba, and it fell off a barge on the way there. If you happen to look at a map, you’ll see that this is a bit off the route to Cuba, but hey, when you’re diving train wrecks, you stop questioning things. In any event, we heard there isn’t much there, just the wheels and carriages, but we still couldn’t find it, and neither could this local cat who we teamed up with who had a GPS waypoint for it. It didn’t help him that his waypoint was 20 minutes north and 14 minutes west of where he said it was (about the same as miles), but he tried valiantly, nonetheless. Since it was in the middle of the area called “the Devil’s Backbone,” for good reason, we pressed on after looking a bit.
Since we’re waiting out the latest cold front, we figured we might as well do it at Harbor Island, so here we are. Home of the $20 hamburger. We had a good swim in the ocean, but pretty much have been having a tame time. Cooking food, listening to XM, having dreams about the dogs.
Man, I’ll say it. I’m HOMESICK. I’m really enjoying this and all, but I’m really excited to get home and see everyone. My pore ol’ mudder wants to have a party for us at Burt’s house when we get back. So, you’re all invited. If you don’t want to travel and you’re far away, maybe we can have another party at your house the next week? Whaddya think?
Okay, I’ll bust outta here, since I don’t have much to say.

Take it easy.
Jack

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