Sunday, I watched a gifted amateur photographer take some pictures at a local hospital. He's entered a contest, the subject of which is breast cancer awareness. The sexy granny and our friend, Jo, were two of seven people who volunteered to don hospital gowns and help out.
Since the plan o' the day included a ride to supper, we arrived at the hospital by motorcycle (not that Jill would have caged, anyhow).
Once the shooting was done, we shot across to Mustang Island and rode through Port Aransas to the ferry landing. We had only a sketchy idea of our destination.
Now, recently, I've received a couple of comments critical of the way I've illustrated my posts for the past month, or so. I quote:
"...need more pictures of the sexy granny and none of you."
and:
"BTW, I noticed there were no pretty girls in your pics this time. Not even the sexy granny got a word from ya? You dead? "
Well, both of these comments come from folks who I've ridden with and who know Jill so I decide that, this trip around the bay, I'd try to accommodate them.
Bikes don't wait at the Port A. ferry but since outbound traffic was light the traffic directors put us in line. I got Jo off the big yella bike and had her stand next to Jill for a photo. The flagger was trying to get out of the shot when Jo started taking off her jacket; maybe he thought it was best not to be evidence in whatever we were up to, but I reassured him.
And here, my friends, you have the flower of Texas womanhood. There might be some as good, but there ain't none better.
When boarding the ferry, a deckhand tells you where to park and they've become pretty rigid about rules on the boat, with extra security, and all, and the bikes cannot be left unattended. For some reason, he put Jill and I in different lanes so Jill had to sight see from the saddle. She's looked over the rail countless times so, if there's no dolphins about, she's cool with it.
Jo, on the other hand, wandered over by the rail to take in the view.
Exiting the ferry, we made our way through Aransas Pass and on up the coast to Rockport-Fulton. I decided it was probably time to pick a restaurant so I suggested our old stand-by, Alice Faye's.
We always have fun with the waitresses at Alice Faye's, the view is nice and the food is great. They don't have any trouble brewing fresh coffee for hungry motorcyclists, either.
Looking over where the shrimp boat, "Jackie Tam" is docked, we could see someone repairing the nets, maybe Jackie, himself. The object that looks like a large wooden pallet is a
Turtle Excluder Device (called a "Ted"). TEDs are designed to keep turtles, especially the endangered "Kemp's Ridley Turtle" from being drowned in the nets. The 1987 Federal order for fishermen to use them was very controversial and tempers ran high in this part of the world.
It's said that "Time's fun, when you're having flies" and as we let the day slip away from us the moon rose over the water as round and red as a freshly spanked behind. It was time to wend our ways home.
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