Today has been interesting. We docked Jamaica Faiwell and were getting ready for the Nortons to come out and sail with us. Barry went over to the Ohlson and I was with the kids at the dock and two sheriffs came down to the docks to get on their sheriff boat to patrol the waters and he told me I couldn’t clean my boat there or use the water (which is at the dock in many different areas for the public use) and I had to leave in ten minutes. Keep in mind this is a day use dock (first come first serve) you just have to be off by night.
They left and Barry came back to get the Nortons ( they were in the parking lot)and the cops came back. We were still there so he started yelling at me and telling me he could give me a misdemeanor for using county water.
Barry comes back(with friends in tow and tells him to calm down( why sir are you yelling at my 5’ 2” wife ) then the cop is looking for any reason to give us a ticket because now he is on an ego trip.
He can’t give us a ticket for using water or being at the dock for longer then ten minutes. So he gives us a ticket (that Barry has to show up in court for) for not having our dinghy registered, and if the motor was not on the back, he couldn’t have given us that ticket.
The park ranger tried to help us out but he said his supervisor has the back bone of a jellyfish. ( the park ranger said “we got between four officers and their trip to peanut Island to go look at other men’s wives”.)
He said at Phil Foster there were people with dogs on the beach, others with beer, and the officers won’t do anything about that but they will send Barry to jail the next time he sees him in the dinghy with the motor on the back with out it being registered.
So because they are looking out for our safety we now have to row (safe huh, more then anything it is a huge inconvenience.)
Anyway, we finally got out on the water and had a wonderful time with our friends.
Later we took our kids to the Shurtz and went to the evening session of Stake conference. We were hungry and ended up getting feed a wonderful meal that was leftovers from a meeting with the Presiding Bishop. The meeting was wonderful and we went home feed physically and spiritually.