Bridge of Lions
Museum
Street in old city
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We left the dock at 6:40 a.m. for our 53 mile trip to St. Augustine. The weather continued to be the same – sunny and beautiful, and outside of our being very careful near several spots that were shoaling near the closed Matanzas Inlet, the trip was smooth. We arrived at the St. Augustine Municipal Marina around 1 p.m., and George had to very carefully bring the boat into the dock, because the current rips through here, and he also had to play the wind which was now blowing from the southeast in the teens. He did a beautiful job while the dock hand very efficiently caught our lines from Pat. Our system of throwing our light lines and then replacing them later with our heavy ones continued to work. We headed to the “A1A Alehouse” for dinner, and sat at the bar again like we did two years ago. While reminiscing about that night, George asked the bar-maid if she would be willing to play a joke on his cousin, Ed, who was with us then. She said, “Sure!”, and we placed a call to Ed at his home in New Hampshire, so she could pretend to be one of the patrons who remembered Ed from that evening. We’re not sure if Ed appreciated the joke, but we sure did, and had a bunch of laughs as he stuttered his way through a very short conversation with our accomplice! We walked around town and had drippy, but excellent, ice cream cones before returning to the boat a few hours later.
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