Day 3 - Everything turned to Sh#t! by Pam

I mean that in the literal sense and not the figurative sense. Day 2 was unremarkable as we slept a good deal of the day and reveled in the warm sun and calmness of our scenic anchorage, but Day 3 started with a problem with our “flusher” so we entered into the Port St Joe Marina where we could fix it and discovered one of the remaining jewels of Northwest Florida. A pristine town un-mucked by society!
Rich removed the offending part known as a vented loop which appeared to be obstructed by years of crud, and I commenced trying to clean it out to no avail. One of the other boaters at the marina gave us some muratic acid to soak it in and we set off to explore this newfound paradise.
We walked to a Mexican cantina called Peppers and had some margaritas on a sidewalk table where upon I spied a goodwill store across the street. I didn’t know if it would appease the sea gods, but thought perhaps karma would intervene on our behalf, so I went in and bought a pair of shorts since the extra 15 pounds I gained since last summer left me a little short-shorted.
After returning to the marina we inspected our loop after the de-crudding session. It revealed some holes pitted through the stainless pipe. The marina said they could have a new one delivered in the morning with their weekly supply order from Panama City. “Oh, darn!...forced to spend the night in this beautifully idyllic port!” (thanks Karma!) And I mean that in the literal sense also! We had a couple beers in the dockside bar and then I started a load of clothes and towels in the marina laundry. We had a great hot shower in the bath houses and then set off down the road to Mama Joes for a wood fired pizza. They had a Tuscan wood burning oven and baked the best pies you ever tasted at 800 degrees. As we toddled back to the boat for a good nights sleep, Rich reminded me that if I had to get up during the night, I had to use the bath house. Well, when I did get up, I found the boat had drifted back over 5 feet from the dock with the tide change, so I man-handled (or is it woman-handled?) our 30,000 pound boat, which is no easy task when you gotta go! But if that was the worst part, I would do it all over again to be back in Port St Joe. It definitely lives up to its description in the waterway guide as the friendliest marina on the gulf coast.
They’ll show you a pooper-dooper, I mean, super-dooper time!