We left Billy’s and motored a little over an hour to St Petersburg Municipal Marina.
I had been helping Billy build a set of floating shelves, and the architect had just flat worn us out.
Our plan was to hole up for the weekend to hide from the crazies and ride out the bad weather moving in from Texas.
This is a very pretty town with a very upscale downtown scene. Lots to see and do.
Several big Marina’s along the waterfront, beautiful gardens, parks, and landscaping.
I would rank the Ft Myers marina and downtown the coziest, Sarasota is good but a little ‘see and be seen’, St Petersburg is excellent, think a high class Miami without a lot of Cubans, but with a lot of milenials.
Seems plastic surgeons must do quite a bit of augmentation work here…..
We motored into town through a regional sailboat race.
The dock master fell in love with Choices, and has even brought his wife by. Obviously a knowledge boating man.
There is a hot little bar that has decent food right on the marina. Here you can dock and pay by the hour, just like parking a car. Saw a boat named, “Hers & Hers”, captained by a chick with three other gals on it.
We walked the town then ended up in a nice Italian place that had the best Carbonara. I really like Carbonara, and this one had mushrooms. May eat there again before we leave.
Took a selfie at a cool fountain while walking back
Then watched the sun go down from the flying bridge.
PDA, by female guests and crew, for the captain is always appreciated and continuously encouraged.
Next day we ate at Ruth’s Chris. Took this picture for jim and Margie.
The steak was excellent, swimming in extra sizzling butter, with bread pudding and hot Grand Manier.
Once again back to the boat by sunset. The night before we were eaten by “no-see-ums”. These small nats bite like fleas, and the welts lasts for weeks and itche like hell. A good breeze blows them away.
I didn’t last long, I had waxed half the boat in the morning, and was pretty tired. Must have taken this picture before dusk.
Sunday Billy and his clan made a quick trip over to check things out and say goodbye. Had to do the prerequisite Titanic picture off the pulpit.
That night in an act of solidarity to my all female crew, I went to MaMaMia in the marina park. It lasted about an hour till it was stopped due to it pouring rain.
I still don’t know who her father was.
Choices 