We were quite happy to leave our anchorage and head north for Tarpon Springs. We've decided to spend the night at a marina as we're not really finding an ideal place to anchor. Anyway, the day before Thanksgiving is usually pretty festive and we'd like to enjoy walking around.
|A chilly Wilbur thanks God that my hoodie isn't pink.|
|This particular waterway isn't called The Narrows for nothing. Look how close these markers are.|
|Going past some charming sights in Tarpon Springs on the way to our marina.|
|You can't see it but I'm holding a real alligator head (yuck) and asking Hans which of us has bigger teeth.|
|Hmmmmm, I wonder if he went out of the channel?|
|I love a pet friendly restaurant and Wilbur does too!|
We finally decided we're going to spend Thanksgiving at anchor at Three Rooker Bar. We motored past it on our way to Tarpon Springs and it has a pretty view of white sandy beaches and promises of a good holding in everything but east winds (and it's been north winds this whole week).
While we were motoring along today I peeled and cut up a bag of Macintosh apples. Hans told me we had two hours before we were due to arrive at our marina so I popped my apple pie into the oven (I use my loaf pan for pies). A couple of minutes later we made a turn, the current gave us a huge push and Hans informed me we would now arrive in about 40 minutes.
All ended well though because the pie finished cooking shortly after we docked.
|A heart is a lot easier to cut into a pie crust than a turkey. This is my pie in its pre-cooked stage.|
I still use my nearly 35 year old Betty Crocker Cook Book and needless to say, the pie chapter pages have the most stains.