Waking up to cat piss is not the most pleasant way to begin your day. For some reason I cannot discover, Bird STILL mistakes our bed for the little girls room. This is not cool, and if you have any suggestions please throw them out there. This incident has occurred several times on our trip, and when it does, it seems to foreshadow a bad day altogether.
On a lighter note, moods changed quickly as our house was smack dab in the middle of a Manatee sanctuary. Crystal River is the only place in the country where you can legally swim with Manatees. So that we did! The good ole 2hp honda outboard was placed on the dinghy, along with goggles, a video camera, Reggie, and most importantly Katie’s cookies. We pretended we were on the Animal Planet and headed up a river to swim with the weirdest looking creatures on earth. Mammals so large and unattractive, they somehow become cute? The beasts fascinated us for hours. We appreciated this amazing opportunity that was free of charge.
Our next task was to get Louise to her mechanic appointment, but this meant waiting for the tide to rise. The channel to enter Twin Rivers Marina is very shallow, allowing us only to enter at high tide. Ray, our precious mechanic, took 30 minutes out of his day to diagnose our “engine pissing water” situation. Ray removed our starter to discover the leak. Come to find out, there are two freeze plugs located there. One of them with a hole rusted through. Freeze plugs are mounted on the engine block to prevent the block itself from cracking if anything were to freeze. Ray got some good ole J-B weld, and temporarily patched up our rusty hole till we could locate and order the correct freeze plug to install. After all those hours thinking we might need a new engine block! Phew! So happy. The trip goes on.
The staff at Twin Rivers marina is so friendly and accommodating, if you need anything at all they are there to help. Special thanks to Tiffany for telling off a drunk man, kicking him off the property and threatening to call the cops because he wouldn’t leave us alone. I mean seriously dude, you don’t go around excessively touching peoples’ boats and hovering inches from us and our home while we are clearly trying to get things done. Thanks Stacey and Billy, for a dock to tie to, laundry, a place to stay, and that delicious bottle of wine.