The Cruise Buddies got together Saturday.
Kathy and Sam volunteered their little log cabin in Lafayette for our group to meet and eat, greet our friends who like to get on the big ships every year or so, and thus make this summer complete.
We’d never been, so we printed out the directions she sent us, a couple turns off the main Interstate south of Syracuse into pretty apple-growing country just a dozen miles or so out of our hub-bub in city neighborhood of Eastwood.
We pulled in when we spotted the balloons on the mailbox. It was a log manor. The garage was bigger than the Little Bitty. Nice digs. I wouldn’t want to mow the grounds, though, tractor or not, I imagined.
A bunch of us were arriving all at once. We grabbed the food and coolers we’d brought and headed out back for the bash.
Brenda and JoAnn on the way announced some bad news after looking at phones. They’d received a message from Pauline that the hoped-for guest of honor, Dave, would not be joining us. He’s recovering from the awful accident of a year ago that’s left him still in a rehab center with lingering effects from traumatic brain injury. This cruise friend almost died before saving surgery. We were all disappointed but understanding. Maybe next party.
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The food spread was better than the daily lunch buffet at the ship’s Windjammer, I declared out loud, getting my intended agreement from my cruise friends as we ate pizza and wings and salad and chips and dips and crackers and cheese and fruit salad and cookies and pastries … Yes, it was.
Kathy and Sam also sent word that bathing suits would be advisable for those who like to dip more than the big toe.
I’m not much of a swimmer, so I stuck to taking photos with my iPhone 6. My dear wife Karen got in the water, and was glad she brought appropriate attire.
While we sat and chatted, Sam — who did not go in while Kathy joined the swimmers — told me how they’d placed the solar blanket on this week, and the temperatue was up to 80º F. At home, Karen told me that Kathy told her how easy it was to care for the salt water in the pool, too. All in all, it’s quite beautiful.
Brenda brought up the interesting fact that we were exactly 400 days from this excursion that will take us to St. Thomas and St. Maarten.
The ship will be the biggest we’ve been on yet, she said.
Wow. Thirteen months from now we’ll fly to Florida …
Bring your suit and swim or stay on the deck and talk with Sam and Eddie and I? Have you ever swam in a salt water pool, and if so, what was it like compared to a treated water pool? Which is your favorite photo, and why?