We’re heading down the Intracoastal Waterway (ICW). Dubi hasn’t gotten busy in almost a day, and I’m starting to worry. Not sure how long he can hold a deuce, but I know his bladder can’t be that big. He just better not go in the cabin. We try to find some patch of land to ride the dinghy up to so Dubi could get down with the get down.
We see what we think looks like a beach just further down one of the rivers, but it ends it being a bed of shells. If it’s not green, it’s shells. Dubi’s getting restless.
We tug a couple more hours, and right before we head into an open sound, we see what looks like a pretty solid island, complete with mounds of horse poop. Figure he’s take the lead of such a majestic creature. We hit land and sure enough, he lets loose his wrath upon toppled palm trees and sand all about! Greatly spread and wrought on all was his tide of terror!
On the way back to the boat, Dubi broke his semi-comfortable swimming record of 18″ to around 25 yards. With Stephen and Mike along for spotting, Dubi made it to the boat. Taking from his lead, later on I took a dive and nervously learned treading water for the first time, efficiently.
