I made deviled eggs when I was an Uncle Harold’s and that was our Easter treat. Many people have to wait until they hunt for the eggs to then make deviled eggs; that was where we started.
The stinking mosquitoes were a beast last night! I don’t think any of us slept worth a dang. We were miserable. Justin got up in the middle of the night and, according to his estimate, he killed well over 300 of the nasty little pests. Judging from the carnage I needed to clean up the next morning on the walls of the head and the galley, I’d say his estimate was conservative. Stephen said a few days ago that we were headed for the “mosquito infested shit hole” that we call New Orleans — but hey, that is New Orleans. This was stinking Port Arthur — hardly the same.
We’ve been on the ICW for miles with no sign of gasoline and precious little opportunity for Gemma and Lucy to stretch their legs. (They haven’t used their turf at all.) We turned up the bayous and rivers near Lake Charles and headed to The Golden Nugget, a casino that promised to have slips and gas. We’d been making very good time; Stephen and Justin figured we could afford the time.
As it turned out, the slip cost $2 a foot (electricity was another $10) and included no shower and no access to the pool. Margaritas were $13 and the buffet was $40. This was one of the first times Justin and I have dealt with American prices after being in Mexico all winter. We had dinner on the boat: I made some nachos and dessert was mandarin oranges.
We dropped anchor out just a bit; the “Golden Nugget” sign illuminated our berth until the ship turned and settled with the current.
We still had the fuel issue to contend with before we went much farther but for now we were lulled to sleep with the gentle roll of the waves.
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| We were sorely disappointed in our order of guacamole at the casino |
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| Pulling into our slip at the Golden Nugget |
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