Day4: con’t Tuesday April 24, 2012
NINJA's 2Cents
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Pulling up to the Black river Boat dock area brings back memories of the first time we came here together. The boats littering the water creates one of those scenes you see in paintings, it's a site to see. We all gathered together, donning our bright orange flotation vests we split into 2 boats. Its crazy as you head out how small and insignificant the pelican bar looks, but its a grander experience on the whole. I remember on our drive out we looked over at the coast. Some buildings just way too close to the water. 2 years ago when we went it seems those buildings were ready to fall into the ocean but alas there they were still teetering on the brink.
[SIZE=2]this is an old photo from 2010[/S]
Markus and I seemed to talk about the avarice of building ever so close to the water. The need for the one last building right on the water. But still the coast line was so peaceful. Slowly we watched Pelican Bar come closer and closer, my mind awash with memories of our first journey. I longed to see what might have been fixed after our last visit. But more than that I wanted to really see how this band of misfits and hooligans took in this wonder that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. I realized I had really grown to care about these people in the short 3 days we have hung out and I want them to understand and see the awe inspiring feeling of being in this place and the genius of some one to say hey lets build a bar out there in the middle of nowhere.
Once we were all up and on the Bar we all spread out and soaked in all there was to soak in. I wanted another panorama so I entered the water and headed out towards the shallow area. Its a sight to see from out there. It was just as weird as it was last time to be that far out and ankle deep in water. I came across an area where I almost lost my shoes in the muck but manage to navigate till I was on the land where all that was in the water was the bottom of my shoes. It takes a while as you try to navigate the landscape and do very little harm. So many little eco systems teaming around us. Do you think when we come slopping through their world they think we are a hurricane, tornado or a tsunami. I happily found some sure footing and enjoyed the view. It was breathtaking. The water crashed around the shallow area like a beach in the middle of the ocean or a tiny little waterlogged island. As I turned back to the Bar I saw Markus making his way out to me.
[SIZE=2]this is an old photo from 2010[/S]
His first words to me where something like we need to make sure no comes out here. They’ll step on all this wildlife. I remember thinking that sucks for us guess we have to stay here in this spot then. Our wives wont like that. We looked around at all the sea life and found an ominous hole that neither of us were willing to further investigate with a finger or a closer eyeball, but we both wondered what could be in there. We talked about how beautiful it all was and floated around on other varying subject before Guirigay joined and soon after him SweetiePie. We came up short on warning her about the mucky area before she almost lost a water sock. After taking a series of pano with and without GuiriPie in them (which incase you havent heard it enough, those were on the lost camera) I moved to go back to the bar and find my wife.
As I made my way back I came across some turtles under the bar enjoying nature. Rather than disturb them I feigned ignorance of their existence and join the post op surgery Bar inside. It seemed while I was enjoying nature, nature was attacking Clarity. I take my hat off to our personal M.A.S.H. nurse and fellow PB lover Sandie on her quick field surgery.
NOTE: Recently in a conversation with Clarity she uttered these words “Guess what I pulled out of my toe today” or something to that effect. It seems a bit of Negril stayed with her more than just spiritually .
I once again set out to look for our Names [Shauna and I] but alas it seems boards tend to move or be replaced and your tiny existence in a bar like this can be erased, unless of course your name is Boombastic. Eventually we all migrated out to the deck that had not been there when we [Shauna and I] went the first time. We laughed at weird signs and took pictures with each other eventually sitting down for a group shot and a memorable one if I might add.
Before you know it, it was time to head back and with a sad face and heavy heart we board our SS minnows and headed back to the Black river. Right before we left someone or something tipped our boat rather suddenly and startlingly. Enough to illicit a blood curdling short but power burst of high pitched noise from Daisy. The average person would call it a scream, I’d call it more of a warning signal, you know like a red alert. As we headed back the sun began its descent in the sky. I love sunsets and sunrises. You’d think I’d love one more than the other since SR hail the coming of a new while SS speak to us of the finality of one day, but I love them both for the myriad of hues and shadows and shapes they cascade across the big beautiful sky. Between Markus and I our cameras were snapping a mile a minute. Every once and awhile I’d turn to get a shot of my companions especially my beautiful wife but for the most part my attention was focused on the hijinks and hilarity bouncing between the dueling boats [trying to fictitiously out race each others as if in the America's Cup and to out buffoon each other] and the beautiful orange sky. At one point I got a shot of the sun while the moon was out
Just looking at my photos reminds how beautiful the sky was.
We leapt from the boats ready to jump back in the bus. Almost everyone had a mad dash for the bano and I caught a glimpse of the love Sandie has for animals. I do have to admit I love dogs but sometimes I think people have brass balls when it comes to getting any appendage near an animal they are not familiar with. I usually give animals a wide enough berth, not because I’m afraid of them (of course my wife would make a manatee comment right about now) but more they are afraid of us so I want them to come to me when they feel comfortable. Sandie though she’s right there nose to nose with reckless abandonment and love a whole lot of love. I’m sure if it was physically possible she’d take every rescue dog she came across whether in JA or in the states and live on some large land with them. To her credit she is a wonder with animals (I mean she has to handle Booger JK).
Well to say we all got on the bus and it was quiet ride back would make you think this band of merry men and women only have enough steam for daytime frivolity. You and I would be mistaken. The party continued on the bus ride back basically in the dark. At some point we ran through all our beer and there was an unending cry to search for more. Dont leave any seat cushion or floor board unturned please make sure you check Chickens pockets too we have to have more beer. UHM NO and No will be the same answer you get when you ask 10 more times in 5 minute intervals. You can always have rum punch plenty of that left. Matter of fact I will have some of that. FInally after the 50th is there any beer I think we knew we’d need to stop can’t have the party running on empty. By now my gas tank was spitting fumes so the stop or stops we made are kinda blurry. I can party hard with the best of them but dont let me sit down and especially dont let me sit down in a moving vehicle. Something about the motion of a car or plane if I’m a passenger that just rocks me to sleep. Lets hope when Marley and I have little Mocha cubs they suffer from the same issue, at least we’ll be able to put them out without my plan B “NyQuil/Brandy”, just kidding folks, just kidding.
The most solid memory I have is our stops to let people off and how the party Rockstar Booger was ready to keep the train moving. I’ll admit I knew for a fact that my wife and I had to miss that train. As much as I have an internal need to “ party on garth” my body was pretty much feeling the last 3 days of non-sleep, and todays “Mr. toads wild ride”. If there was a second wind in me it wasnt gonna come till after a shower and frankly I didnt see that happening (the second wind that is). Had Boogs decided to party at Catcha I would have been all in but alas it was a beach party and the cliffs did call.
But you know everything happens for a reasononly sometimes we never get to know why.
