Everybody wave now!
16 November 2009 | St. augustine, Fl
We are 12 miles north of St. Augustine, and I have to tell ya, I'm all waved out. I've been waving for going on 4 states now, and frankly, it just isn't satisfying any more. The boater's wave is a long tradition, one which I normally wouldn't muck around with, but the last two days have been a weekend, and now I feel sorta wave-wrung out. We went through Jacksonville and all the weekend power boaters were out in force. Aunt Mildred, Uncle Jeb and 14 of the finest youngins you ever seen on a boat. Wave. Five old codgers out fishing in a jon-boat. Wave. Teenagers on jet-skis. Wave. Cruisers. Big wave. Some wave back, most weekenders do, fishermen, not so much. I feel disloyal if I don't wave, I'm in my home state now, these are my peeps in a sense. But I've decided. If the boat isn't known, (friend boat) or a cruiser, or looks like a big power boater on their way to the Bahamas ready to share their ice and water maker booty, I'll just wave if I get a notion.