At the Little River they put us in what they called a "house boat" slip. There was a house boat next to us. It was about our width but twice our length. Docking in the slip was like a small river cruise all its own.
|Backing out. The slips is at least 80 feet long.|
And note the size of the house boat next door.
About 3 weeks ago we realized the chair wasn't working properly. The seat back wouldn't secure, so if you leaned back it would go back. After a quick investigation Russ discovered one of the supports was broken. So, the search for a new chair went from a "want to have" to a "need to have." Someone had mentioned LleBroc, and their website has nifty stuff. As we traveled we pointed and clicked on the website and ordered a new chair.
|At Green Turtle Bay, and there's actually a |
That did not happen. Thankfully they did send an invoice with a "look this over and make sure it's right" note. It wasn't. I called them, and then we worked it out. Frankly, I'm astounded it worked out as well as it did. At one point I was on my hands and knees measuring the diameter of our post.
|The prison we passed on the lake. |
The inmates got an awesome view.
When you want something quickly it never happens. This was so fast we didn't even give Green Turtle Bay (the marina we shipped it to) a heads up it was coming. Thankfully, they received it and put it in the garage with the attitude "someone will come looking for it." It was waiting for us when we got here.
The third issue was, again, not a cheap chair. It was in a huge box and wrapped in sheets of Styrofoam. No bubble wrap, no support Styrofoam pieces. In fact, the chair had lots of space to move back and forth in the box, and it did. The box, while wrapped in cellophane, was nearly falling apart once we took possession.
|Ta Da! The new chair. Flip up arms and|
bolster. Looking forward to giving it a try.