2/26/07 – (Happy Birthday Charlie!) We settled up our bill with Sherri, the owner of River Haven, and we were seen off by Bill and Thomas, such good guys. It was pleasure to meet them and I sure hope to run across their paths again someday. I imagine we’ll keep in touch regardless. Our gulf crossing was very mild and uneventful; other than an occasionally dolphin swimming along side or in our bow wave. We made about 72 miles and anchored out in a small bay of Dog Island, one of many in the St. George Sound. This should be the last we see of the big open water for some time as we can re-enter intercostals again tomorrow. Just as we put out our anchors I spotted a large jelly 
swimming by, it was beautiful shades of pink and purple. Dog Island appears to be a small island with some houses on it, also listed is a small runway for planes – however and fortunately I don’t see it from here. This is the type of island you can image that would not be inhibited and the white sands are virgin, never before stepped on by man. The various birds flap and croon as they search for food plucking along the ground. It’s tranquil here and hopefully no other boats will join us tonight in this quiet little bay. Well our water pump finally died tonight, it’s been singing a sad tune for some time. This just means I can’t cook because I can’t clean dishes – sounds good to me. We will need to find a marine store in the next few days to purchase a water pump. Just before bed we sat on the aft deck enjoyed the soft hues of the sunset while listening to a hooting owl.
swimming by, it was beautiful shades of pink and purple. Dog Island appears to be a small island with some houses on it, also listed is a small runway for planes – however and fortunately I don’t see it from here. This is the type of island you can image that would not be inhibited and the white sands are virgin, never before stepped on by man. The various birds flap and croon as they search for food plucking along the ground. It’s tranquil here and hopefully no other boats will join us tonight in this quiet little bay. Well our water pump finally died tonight, it’s been singing a sad tune for some time. This just means I can’t cook because I can’t clean dishes – sounds good to me. We will need to find a marine store in the next few days to purchase a water pump. Just before bed we sat on the aft deck enjoyed the soft hues of the sunset while listening to a hooting owl.
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