No, we've not disappeared :{))

Volleyball is mostly old fogies such as myself, and thus the scenic
enhancement of bikini-clad lovelies is nowhere to be found, unfortunately.
There are the occasional bikinis on the beach, but the courts are well off
the shore, and aside from passing them on the way in, I don't see them :{))

The closest seen on the courts is a hardbody couple in their 30s; she
usually has a short-shorts and halter outfit, gentle on the eyes, but far
more significantly, she also sports a lovely tattoo just above the beltline
of said shorts. Her play is exemplary... I've enjoyed playing in the "fun
volleyball" group each afternoon in which we've not been otherwise involved,
as it's great exercise, albeit proving the aphorism that white men can't
jump which I fortunately overcome sometimes by virtue of my 6-4 height and
38" arms.

We've been bouncing around, as you can see on our SPOT page,
tinyurl.com/flyingpigspot, from beach to beach to town, and, yesterday, a
circumnavigation of Elizabeth Island. All this activity has much to do with
my son and his wife's visit with us, ending tomorrow.

Lots of little sails between scenic sites, music activities (we 4 aboard did
the anthem last Sunday at beach church, e.g., and have enjoyed singing
barbershop harmony as well, aboard, plus the weekly jam at the Sand Bar
restaurant along with the weekly ARG [Alcohol Research Group] meetings held
on Hamburger Beach), shore excursions, hikes, snorkeling and the like.

Before my son and daughter-in-law arrived, we were doing much the same sort
of thing ourselves, along with some boat chores. Fixing the PortaBote's
leaking stern bladder (it has to fold when you flatten the boat, so it's
much thinner than the body parts), caused by a malfunction which happened in
Marsh Harbour, undo-able until the special material arrived with them was
the first order of business, successfully concluded, allowing me to resume
rowing (with the special alteration I made to allow me to use the racing
sculls I kept from my racing scull I used to row on Lake Lanier, home of the
96 Olympics rowing venue). Other chores were tiny, as we're rounding the
corner on stuff which either needs replacing or repair, so we've just been
enjoying ourselves with the full schedule Georgetown offers.

Oh, and I forgot to mention the trips to the library, where we've swapped
books we've read for new ones. In my yout' I was a voracious reader,
dropping off that level of intake as family and work intruded; cruising has
allowed me the luxury of time to resume, which I've taken greedily; I
generally read a book every other day or so.

Since most of the rbc traffic of late has had little to do with our cruising
lifestyle, and, worse, has dozens of meandering responses in a thread which
might have had some interest, for the most part, rbc has not been on the top
of my reading list :{))

So, we're alive and well and, aside from an intentional grounding for bottom
cleaning (which concluded with the rising tide a few hours later), there
have been no "exciting marine moments" aboard. The closest to such was our
topping lift fouling on the headboard shackle screw head as we dropped the
main yesterday; it was resolved in due time and we anchored off Volleyball
Beach to go in to enjoy the Monday Night Dance put on each week by Rockin'
Ron aboard Sea Dancer, held at Chat'n'Chill...

L8R, y'all

Skip and crew

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"Believe me, my young friend, there is *nothing*-absolutely nothing-half so
much worth doing as simply messing, messing-about-in-boats; messing about in
boats-or *with* boats.

In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's
the charm of it.

Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your
destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get
anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in
particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and
you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not."