Murray River Cruise - First Port of Call

Our first cruise is not far. After the long drive, we are ready to kick back and begin partying. Who christens the keg? Who do you think? While Neil drives and Grant learns, CJ christens the keg. The fellow who has at least three times opened the bar at wedding receptions, has now christened this boat's keg. 

We pick up a spot and prepare to tie up at our "1st Port of Call". As the most experience line handler, CJ is first off the boat. Disaster strikes! On his first step he lands wrong and immediately feels a strain or tear in his upper calf. He's on shore but can hardly walk. The pain is excruciating. The tie up falls to Grant. CJ's only contribution is to hobble to a tree with a stern line and hold it until Grant arrives to tie it off. Getting him back on the boat is a major evolution.

When mother found out we were going on a boat cruise, she asked what our first port of call would be. This is it. Perhaps it should be called Port Fallen Gum Tree.

Once we've securely tied up, it time for cocktails; the only real reason to go on any kind of boat. 

CJ drags himself up to the second deck and the keg. He is hobbling horribly. 

In the first picture Carol, Carolyn and Grant enjoy a drink at the high table. In the second Neil and Bronwyn enjoy their cocktails in the loungers.

Following cocktails on the upper deck, we remand to the fantail for munchies with cocktails.

With cocktail hour(s) completed and the sun beginning to go down, it is time to prepare for dinner.

The kitchen is large, wide open and has great views of the river and riverbank. This first evening, Carolyn has dinner responsibility.

Getting close to the beginning of summer, it remains light outdoors at dinner.