I first read about the pelican bar a few years ago, I told my wife that this is a bucket list goal, I was so enthralled by the sheer beauty of the place. I know people might think I'm nuts since it's made up of old sticks, logs, boards, driftwood and palm beaches but to me it's about a lifestyle that I love. Being out on the water, free to roam, stopping your boat for drinks in the middle of the ocean and just being at peace with the world. I can honestly say that I was so fired up and had that tingle in my belly like your first time. The boats that take you out are small, old and for many a cause for concern. Our Pilot (young bull) being the professional that he is gave the boat the once over and looked at me like, "Dude are we really putting these ladies in the boat going all the way out there?", I smiled and proceeded to say out loud that I see a DOT sticker on the side of the boat showing it is sea worthy and licensed to travel the open waters. I get everyone in the boat and we take off to my nirvana. As we get there we notice that there isn't another person in the bar but a few locals slamming Domino's. We get so jacked up that we have the place to ourselves, climb off the boat, navigate the stairs/ladder into the bar and get a HUGE welcome from the guys. We soon find out that the young guy was Floyd's son and the other three were his friends. One guy gets behind the bar, beers ordered (I get the rum punch with an overproof floater) and stories swapped. we head out to the "sun deck" and all of us are in total amazement that this place exists. We crash all over the deck, looking into the beautiful water reflecting on the trip and I mention that after these few weeks I am so upset with my deceased father. they ask why and I say he didn't make me a trust fund baby and now that I have to work for a living I can't live like this every day. laughs go around and all of a sudden everyone realizes that this is the truth. how nice would it be to enjoy this life style all the time! We have a blast reading all the carvings in the wood and decide to leave our mark. The one Rasta comes out with a little tool kit and carves our message for us. "ZONA '6" 2012" was our mark, it means we are from AZ, the 6 of us on our trip in 2012. The ladies are crashed on the wood, we need drinks and I head back in. The guys were in a heated game so I tell them to sit and I can serve myself. I pop open the beers and make myself another punch that could take the lead paint off of Chinese toys shipped to the US and head back out. One of the guys comes out to ask if we need "anything", he produces John Holmes style sub and asks if we want to share. Our Pilot friend panics because of his job and I thought he was going to jump in the water to swim back since he can't have subs in his system due to FAA regulations. We let our friend know and he heads back inside. I was in awe, this guy proceeded to have the entire sub by himself, his eyes were bleeding he enjoyed it so much. The next round of drinks he made were half off, I think he lost track of how many he made! we had been out there for a few hours when the weather started to look rough, clouds began to get closer and we decided to head back home. Our driver gets us loaded in and off we go, a calmness came over the group as we rode to shore. the experience made us so appreciative of the fact that we had the means to take this trip, to understand the beauty of the our two stops and to realize that we WOULD be back again. Once I snapped out of the trance it was time to get the strategy in play for my four legged friends to leave me alone, I brought a few beers and a couple of cups from the bar, once I hit terra firma the beers would be placed around the beach and I could make a run for it! As we pulled up to the beach the jeers from my so called friends and wife began. The dogs were waiting for me. As I began to open the beers the group started to say how nice it was for me to get some roadies for them, I ignored the comments and now had 8 cups filled with beer and my fingers in the cups with 4 in each hand. I sprang out of the boat and started to putting cups down all over, it worked the dogs started to drink the beer and I made a hasty retreat to the bus. Then it happened, Rocky wasn't there and the bus was locked!! Where is the humanity! Rocky slowly came strolling over to the bus and opened the door, but it was too late, I had 2 dogs drooling on my leg. We all pile in, we all pretty much stripped and got changed in clean dry clothes for the ride home. My wife asks Rocky how long a ride home it is and without a hesitation the 5 of us all say 45 minutes and now it's Rocky's turn to laugh/

The ride home was quiet, we stopped at the Peter Tosh Memorial garden to pee and leave some money for their facilities and get back to the resort about 5:30, it has been a long day! We all decide each is on their own for dinner, my wife and I get a couple of drinks, throw on a suit and jump in the ocean for sunset. What a great day, it will be topped off with a little dinner, a few more drinks and a little "adult time" after the sub on the back porch. Way to much fun.

Pictures to follow tonight