The Redneck Riviera-July 14, 2011

For those of you who live on the Redneck Riviera, and those of you who have visited and perhaps those of you who have never been there I will have to tell you that the definition of that phrase supposedly coined by Kenny Stabler, is Pirates Cove, at the end of county road 95 in Josephine. We went there tonight. If they were not inspected by the county health department, we would not step foot in the place. No hostess, no waitresses. You just walk in, go to the bartender and order your food. The food is good. The atmosphere is so unique I cannot put it in words. There are dogs, some with owners, some without, who roam in and out of there all the time. The health department gets onto them and they run the dogs away. Then they come back again. I started naming each of them. We never touched a one of them or spoke to one of them. A tiny chihuahua  (sp?) with only one eye I named Popeye. Two of them limped so they were named Gimpy. People bring their dogs off their boats and they all greet each other. None ever fight. When we left, there was a Jack Russell asleep by our car. He never woke up so we just drove around him. No, he was not dead! He was named Sleepy.The windows in the restaurant (a stretch to call it that) are locked open so you do get a small breeze off the water. But still it was hot. I just can't describe it adequately. It is something that must be experienced. Speaking of dogs, we met the park owner's dog. She is a tiny Yorkie named Crystal Gayle (no resemblence at all). And the guy next door has a 7 week old cocker puppy named Buster Brown. We have met more dogs on this trip than we ever dreamed would happen. It's fun to watch how much they are like their masters. If I gather enough courage tomorrow night I will confess to something I did when we left Milton. Or at least I am accused of doing it. Pertains to the Cute Red Vehicle. We'll see............