Today’s blog entry is about Looper camaraderie and a sense of belonging.
We left Demopolis Wednesday with two other boats, Exhale and Recess. We exited the lock at Demopolis with Bushranger in the rear, being the slowest boat. We lost sight of the others for most of the day, not expecting to meet up with them again. Coincidently and most fortunately we chose to drop anchor in the same small but incredibly beautiful and peaceful Bashi Creek. The creek is very narrow. Exhale coaxed us in, inviting us to use their bow as our stern anchor and helped secure Bushranger.
In turn, they asked for help in getting their dog ashore for a poop run. We easily deployed the dingy and Mark enjoyed the jaunt. We and the crew off Recess were invited for drinks and nibbles. Much banter and laughter ensued. New friends were made. Wisdom and knowledge exchanged. We parted promising to leave early the next morning in convoy to our next designated spot – Bobby’s Fish Camp.
Bushranger and Exhale left the idyllic stopover at 8.00am. We both sighted deer at the creek’s edge and Exhale sighted an alligator. Our next rendezvous was only three hours away. Exhale took the lead and moored first to the dock. They signaled for us to come in and helped with securing our lines. Recess came in next, rafting up to us. Later a fourth boat moored at the dock – a lone sailor with his dog. Already enjoying terra firma was Steve, an Englishman in a kayak, undertaking the loop for charity. All meeting on the dock, all with good humour, all willing to help each other in any way possible.
We hosted docktails aboard Bushranger. Everyone was keen to come and have a look at the old girl. We had drinks and nibbles on the flybridge before conducting tours. The group of eight then went to Bobby’s Fish Camp for a meal of catfish, Southern style. We had an uproariously good time. During the meal we teased each other, complimented each other, supported each other, encouraged each other. Two boats are just about to finish the Loop – cross their wake; one is only going as far as Florida; the kayaker is half way; and we have only just begun. Yet all feel a real sense of belonging, of having each other’s back. It is a comforting feeling.
Oh, and did I mention my baking skills? One loaf of bread was fed to the alligators; the other was devoured at docktails.
And the almond biscuits went down a treat. I am one happy baker and I left one happy kayaker!
Such is Life