
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
St. Augustine with the Gypsies
Friday we headed South, Doug and Tammy headed North and we met in St. Augustine for a couple of fun days. It seemed so weird packing a bag, taking the girls to the kennel, (they had a suite for two) and heading out in a car for a road trip. We haven't done that in over three years. All of our time traveling has been on September Song.
Friday afternoon we met up with Doug and Tammy at the pool at the hotel and played catch up and then headed out to do a little exploring and a lot of bar hopping. Well not too many Friday night. (spent most of the night at Scarlett's)
Saturday We did some of the touristy stuff. We started at the Alligator Farm which was way cool, climbed the 219 steps to the top of the St. Augustine Lighthouse, and went out to the beach, but didn't have our suits and wished we had our boogie boards.
Saturday night we started off at Scarlett's and from there we were on the hunt for as many funky bars and good music in St. Augustine as we could find. We found, I think, most of the funky fun places in St. Augustine, but good music is hard to find there. It didn't really matter, anytime the four of us are together we always have a great time.
The time went by far too quickly and it was time to say, not a sad goodbye on Sunday, but see you soon. Doug is a working stiff now and had to go to work on Monday. We will see them in the fall in Cocoa where Gypsies in the Palace is docked, and spend a little more time with them then. They should have all the good places scoped out.
September Song (can't wait to cast off the lines) out
Bob
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAMMY!!!!!

Our master stateroom for the next two nights
Friday afternoon we met up with Doug and Tammy at the pool at the hotel and played catch up and then headed out to do a little exploring and a lot of bar hopping. Well not too many Friday night. (spent most of the night at Scarlett's)
Saturday We did some of the touristy stuff. We started at the Alligator Farm which was way cool, climbed the 219 steps to the top of the St. Augustine Lighthouse, and went out to the beach, but didn't have our suits and wished we had our boogie boards.
Saturday night we started off at Scarlett's and from there we were on the hunt for as many funky bars and good music in St. Augustine as we could find. We found, I think, most of the funky fun places in St. Augustine, but good music is hard to find there. It didn't really matter, anytime the four of us are together we always have a great time.
The time went by far too quickly and it was time to say, not a sad goodbye on Sunday, but see you soon. Doug is a working stiff now and had to go to work on Monday. We will see them in the fall in Cocoa where Gypsies in the Palace is docked, and spend a little more time with them then. They should have all the good places scoped out.
September Song (can't wait to cast off the lines) out
Bob
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAMMY!!!!!
Our master stateroom for the next two nights
Friday, August 27, 2010
Time for a break
What has twelve legs, four arms, and on the hook? Give up? That would be Me, Stephanie, Cassie and Godiva anchored at one of our favorite places, Blackbeard Island.
We decided that it was time to take a little time off from boat and house work and cruise to an anchorage we haven't been to in three years. Blackbeard Island is one of the best kept secret anchorages I know of. It's only two and one half hours from our home dock and we can only come in at high tide through a nine mile creek that winds through beautiful marshlands with tons of wildlife behind Blackbeard Island. When you get to the end it opens up to an anchorage that has a sand dune that is the only thing separating you from the Atlantic and a beach that goes on forever. When we are here it seems like the rest of the world is a thousand miles away. Just us, the beach, creeks to explore, tons of wildlife, the only light is our anchor light at night, and billions of stars to gaze at. The only thing I didn't tell you is that the ghost of Blackbeard roams the Island at night guarding his treasure. Did I mention that word has it that he has treasure hidden somewhere on the Island. You don't dare to look for it because if you find it, it's the gangplank for sure. ARRR!!!
September Song (ARRR!) out
Bob

Entering Blackbeard Island National Wildlife Refuge.
We decided that it was time to take a little time off from boat and house work and cruise to an anchorage we haven't been to in three years. Blackbeard Island is one of the best kept secret anchorages I know of. It's only two and one half hours from our home dock and we can only come in at high tide through a nine mile creek that winds through beautiful marshlands with tons of wildlife behind Blackbeard Island. When you get to the end it opens up to an anchorage that has a sand dune that is the only thing separating you from the Atlantic and a beach that goes on forever. When we are here it seems like the rest of the world is a thousand miles away. Just us, the beach, creeks to explore, tons of wildlife, the only light is our anchor light at night, and billions of stars to gaze at. The only thing I didn't tell you is that the ghost of Blackbeard roams the Island at night guarding his treasure. Did I mention that word has it that he has treasure hidden somewhere on the Island. You don't dare to look for it because if you find it, it's the gangplank for sure. ARRR!!!
September Song (ARRR!) out
Bob
Entering Blackbeard Island National Wildlife Refuge.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
At last, at sea again
Today we cruised out into the Atlantic with Family on September Song to take Pete, Stephanie's Dad, to the place he loved so much to spread his ashes, the sea. (Pete died June 2008) How fitting that he should take his last cruise with family on a boat with the same name as his first boat. It was sad, but yet a happy day because we know Pete would have wanted it this way.
We committed the earthly remains of Gregory Peter Fitzpatrick. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
From water, all life arises.
Mother of waters, Father of rain,
you have taken back your own.
As a stream flows into a river,
as a river flows into the sea,
may his spirit flow to the waters of healing,
to the waters of rebirth.
SEA FEVER by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Smooth sailing Pete. We will see you on the waterways.
September Song, out

The ashes of Gregory Peter Fitzpatrick
We committed the earthly remains of Gregory Peter Fitzpatrick. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
From water, all life arises.
Mother of waters, Father of rain,
you have taken back your own.
As a stream flows into a river,
as a river flows into the sea,
may his spirit flow to the waters of healing,
to the waters of rebirth.
SEA FEVER by John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Smooth sailing Pete. We will see you on the waterways.
September Song, out
The ashes of Gregory Peter Fitzpatrick
Monday, August 9, 2010
A dog gone good day
Sunday Justin, Elisa, George, Tyler, and Jacob came over and we all went out on September Song to the beach. It took us a long time to get there because Dad said the props were all barnacled up. When we got there Dad and Justin went into the water and cleaned the bottom and the running gear. (what's running gear?) Dad says she is so happy when she has a clean bottom. After we had lunch (well, they had lunch) and Dad and Justin got done cleaning the bottom, we all went to the beach. We had so much fun playing in the water with the boys. My stupid sister Cassie went over to an oyster bed and cut her foot. She didn't care, she still played. After we got done at the beach, the boys got Oreo cookies on the way home and we got stupid dog cookies. Sure wish I could have had one of those Oreo's. When we got back to the dock and Dad docked the boat (good job Dad!) we all went over to the house and played in the pool. I chased the ball and Cassie caught the same fish over and over. Mom and Dad; could you maybe buy us a little boy to play with. We sure had fun!
Dad and Mom have been getting the boat ready for Wednesday. Some relatives are coming and we are all going to cruise out into the ocean and put Grandpa Pete's ashes out there. Mom says Grandpa would have wanted it that way. Mom says he was a sailor and loved to race sailboats, cruise, and explore like we do. His first boats were named September Song because her Mom and Dad were married in September and September Song was their song. I think it is really cool that our boat's name is September Song! Grandpa Pete was a really cool guy (with really big feet) and told lots of stories about the old days. (some more than once) I think it will be a happy day because grandpa will be in a place he loved to be.
OK, gotta go. We are headed to the pool for our afternoon swim.
September Song Dog (a dog gone good day) out
Godiva

Our house is for sale. Can we still use the pool when it sells Dad?
Dad and Mom have been getting the boat ready for Wednesday. Some relatives are coming and we are all going to cruise out into the ocean and put Grandpa Pete's ashes out there. Mom says Grandpa would have wanted it that way. Mom says he was a sailor and loved to race sailboats, cruise, and explore like we do. His first boats were named September Song because her Mom and Dad were married in September and September Song was their song. I think it is really cool that our boat's name is September Song! Grandpa Pete was a really cool guy (with really big feet) and told lots of stories about the old days. (some more than once) I think it will be a happy day because grandpa will be in a place he loved to be.
OK, gotta go. We are headed to the pool for our afternoon swim.
September Song Dog (a dog gone good day) out
Godiva
Our house is for sale. Can we still use the pool when it sells Dad?
Dad has been working hard on our boat. He wants it to look good for when we take Grandpa Pete's ashes out to sea on Wednesday.
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