Sullivan Bay

By Aaron

FAIL

Poor, sloppy form with little idea what I’m doing – and that’s just the way I sail.  My golf skills are worse.  As I’ve already got one expensive hobby, I’ve never been able to dedicate any time to golf, as clearly pictured above.  Nonetheless, both Nicole and I took a swing at the Sullivan Bay Marina one hole golf course.  They give you a few balls when you check in, and you get free moorage if you can land a hole-in-one, way the hell out there.  (It’s a floating inverted satellite dish about 1/2 mile out.)

Needless to say, we had to pay for moorage.  Which is unfortunate since $ullivan Bay charges the most we’ve had to pay for moorage along with everything else that’s there.  There were no signs on the washers and dryers indicating how much they cost and we learned the important lesson to always check the price of something before you buy it.  (The way it works at many of these places is you just start a tab when you check in and pay up when you leave.)

Nicole getting the blood, sweat, and tears out of my clothes

It was certainly a great view for a laundromat, but we probably wouldn’t have used it if we’d known it was going to cost $35.  We picked up some groceries at the little store too.  But probably wouldn’t have included that bunch of asparagus if we’d known it was 11 bucks. 

The marina wasn’t exactly busy, so I guess they have to make money where they can.

Bella Star had her choice of docks.

Home is apparently 309.5 miles away, which feels about right.  The topmost sign indicates the sun is 150000000 kilometers away, but considering the temperatures during our stay I’m pretty sure it’s much further. 

Prices aside, Sullivan Bay was a neat little place – the entire community is floating and uses docks for streets, which all have names.  We were moored on Hoochie Lane.  There’s even a restaurant (which we had all to ourselves) where we had a couple excellent cheeseburgers. 

You can’t drive here, so if you live here you need to arrive by aircraft or boat, which you just tie up in your backyard.  This resident has his bases covered, and probably doesn’t mind the prices at the store.

The folks that run the marina were nice and have an assistant manager named Buddy.

The mini Ewok assistant manager

By his barks and growls Buddy indicated he’d like to bite me in the throat and give a good shake, but he nonetheless maintained a safe distance whenever we came across him on the docks. 

So with our water tanks full and clothes clean, we settled up the following morning and headed over to Blunden Harbor - to anchor for free!