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D'Ville

We made it here to Deltaville Tuesday evening, and it's been a whirlwind since then. This is just a short update, I'll tell more when I get some pictures. We've been hanging out every evening with my old friend Wes and his son Wes, who've been a great help getting us settled in. We've had a truck to use around town, and Wednesday we pulled into a slip at the Deltaville Marina on Jackson Creek. A nice place with a swimming pool, great facilities, close to town, a swimming pool, full service boat yard, screened patio with grill, and did I mention, a swimming pool!
Lots more to write, but I'll leave it for after the weekend. It's crazy with festivities here this weekend, and in a one road town that means we need to get all of our errands done before the crowds come. We have to leave the marina and go anchor for the night of the 4th because they are booked full that night, so I'll update more when we get back to the dock.

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  1. Good old Deltaville !!!! Glad you guys are there and having fun. I remember 4th of July weekend there from 96 and it is damn crazy. Lots of fun !!

    I'm in the Big D (Dallas) today and for the 4th at my buddy Magic's house. Will spend tomorrow on the lake in his boat with about a thousand other boats and lost of the normal things. Girls wearing Texas flag bikinis... lots of 'show me your tits' signs made up and plenty of girls doing it... Normal Big D 4th of July shenanigans. It'll be fun. Then the next morning at 5 AM I'll head out and drive the 800 miles to Denver. Jake is liking a break from the driving.. we drove 1300 miles straight from Punta Gorda to hear and he kept wondering..'are we there yet dad?' You could tell that was what he was doing by the way he looked at me and barked.

    Enjoy the 4th in Deltaville !!

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