Hi Ya'all. Yup - I am back. I know none of you were deceived by the pathetic prose of an impostor posing as me at Montauk. First - I am NOT blogging at 6:30am. I may be on a POSH (remember - that is a Poop out, Scamper home) but definitely NOT formulating pearls of wisdom at that hour.
I have to say I LOVED Montauk!! I have never been so surrounded by the smells of rotting fish guts as in this town. WOW! This is doggie heaven. I would love to climb into the marina dumpster and spend the night! But I was yanked away quickly. We did see a 45 lb fish all hooked up and being weighed on the dock. I loved it - but could not make it to the front row of gawkers - all the blonde babes in town were having their pictures taken with it.
The marina and town were definitely a step down from East Hampton Point. We did hang around Three Mile Harbor for a while yesterday - good place to cool off and hang out for lunch. Then we headed off for Montauk. Dave, the cool taxi-mon from Jamaica, with his cool running bobsled logos, took us into town and back to the marina. Fortunately he already had a business going and we did not have to endure the Joel Mana-Tea spiel again. The only worthwhile stop there in town was the bakery. Hugo Boss and Michael Kors did not make it out this far on the Island. There was the biggest laundramat I have ever seen though.... Must be all those fish guts....
This am we awoke to showers in Montauk - but that did not stop us from a forced march to the Montauk Yacht Club to visit more spiffy mega-yachts and the Coast Guard Station on Star Island. We almost lost Joel to the Sabre dealer at Star Island Yacht club - but we managed to get him back, minus a bit of drool.
The trip from Montauk to New Harbor on Block Island was a total fog- out. The waters were flat except for constant big rolling swells that made my tummy feel like it was in constant motion between my neck and my tail. I was on the captain's perch - but that did not seem to help much - so I caught a few ZZZZ's and that seemed to help. Occasionally we saw another boat - as we came up on it. People were out on the deck in the pouring rain with their fishing poles and hoping for something good to happen soon. I was glad we had a goal and destination in mind!
We made it to Block Island Boat Basin in the rain - but the fog lifted on the island. And by the time we tied up, the sun was beating down on us and steam was coming off the roof!.
There was another forced march to Old Harbor on the other side of the island for a couple of lousy tee shirts - and there wasn't a dry piece of apparel in sight. Glad I am drip/dry.
Hope there are some good left-overs from Dirty Dick's tonight. I could use a change of diet from Fit and Trim.
Clouds rolling back in - looks like more rain on the way.
That's it for now. Be good to your pets. And if you don't have one - get one.
W
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