A speed limit on gulf traffic
Perhaps I should buy a bag of spuds. We went out for supper, tonight. Seafood. And the best thing on the plate was a selection of boiled new potatoes, with enough butter to make it worthwhile. The rest of the food was good, but this was outstanding.
Meanwhile (since the restaurants don’t appear to welcome my canine compatriot, inside), I had to watch him from my window. Standing on a picnic table, making sure I didn’t forget him on the homeward trek. He attracted the attention of the kids at the next table in my section, given his shaking legs. Don’t despair, puppy.
This was our first meal of the season at Shipwreck Café. Still good. We should go more often. Even the wait (outside) for an available table was no big deal. It’s summertime. I didn’t realize that the bridge over the run had been closed, meaning a detour for those coming from the east. What did puzzle me was the number of cars that were attempting to cross over said bridge, despite a huge “Barricade” sign. Is reading no longer required for a driver’s licence?
On the way back, we stopped into the campground to pay a quick social call with people we’ve known from other summers. I felt welcome, even without my tent. We’re probably going to spend a few more nights before fall, if a site is available. With the official announcement that this is a drought summer, and the interdiction of campfires, it’s hard to be fully involved in the whole thing.
The government has put a speed limit on large vessels in the Gulf. Plays havoc with regularly scheduled crossing.
