Capt. Steve Creel Blog
Call me out of touch, call me old school, call me whatever you want, I don’t care. I have reached the age where what people say or think of me does not matter. I know I’m old school. I like boats made from trees. I like dirt roads and I like cars and trucks that look like a Ford or Chevy, with manual crank windows and side window vents. Hell, even this old country bumpkin can parallel park on a city street without a camera, computer, automatic transmission, or power steering! Oh yeah, and I like road maps.Read Post
Sometimes the best navigational aid is in front of you.
In 2013, I was asked to take two couples from Stuart, Florida, to New Orleans in a 49-foot Eastbay for Jazz Fest, a route I was very familiar with. During preparation for this trip I met Capt. Stan Morse and his best mate Judy onboard their boat, Folly, in a mooring field on the South Fork of the St. Lucie River in Stuart. They were in the process of returning home to Destin, Florida, after several months of island hopping.Read Post