Journal Entry: up and out the door this morning!

Friends,

Boo Boo and I got up this morning and ran out of this house like we were crazy on a mission!

I took a whole SU-24 guzzled some coffee threw our selves and jumped in truck before depression at having to live in a miked up world and headed up to Bayshores Market with the boat bought some gas coffee, A Red Dew and headed over to Wal-Mart for some gear oil and biscuits in high gear trying not to let what anyone said to us over this miked up system or my own nervousness if the boat and truck would run or the truck would make it down to mullet point.

Once we made it to mullet point I was mainly concerned with getting the truck positioned so I could roll it backward down the ramp embarrased to be honest it doesnt have reverse and im so easily depressed I might change my mind and give up and go home dejected.

Fortunately I was able to back the truck up by pushing it and the boat trailer backward down the slope in the parking lot and into the ramp with the wind blowing just right so the boat would float off the trailer against the dock.

It was cold but any place or anything to try is better than being in a place you have been tortured by your own fathers unholy program.

The boat battery was dead. I didnt want my neighbor upset over my running my engine like I always have in the past.

Luckily I had a battery with me and my jumper cables and determination.

She cranked and with a little warm up I was feeling better.

Boo and I headed out in the bay a little concerned about how the engine would run but it ran great.

I wanted to cross to dog river but I wasnt sure I had the fuel.

We found middle bay light at bekin 47 and watched a ship pass before crossing the channel and deciding to try and find Fowl River.

We headed west splitting thd difference between Theodore Channel and the end of the land at Alabama Port.

Eventually we sighted the red piling marking the Fowl River Channel and I thought we might not have enough fuel but why not?

The trip up Fowl River was great it was like being home again.

A short trip up to Bellingrath Gardens was cut short be my miked up condition that finnally started to take the fun out of the trip.

It was nice to have the salt water of the muddy Mobile Bay on my lips! Home is on that Bay with Salt Water in my mouth and on my tongue!

On the way across earlier I had forgotten my sunglasses were on my face and laughed my ass off at myself when salt water finally hit me in the face and I realized I had the damn things on my face. Like I said I laughed as hard as I have in a long time.

On the way back I took some pictures of middle bay lighthouse and laughed to at least myself at the thought of a cow oncd being on that platform at the keepers wifes request for her children well his to I assume in this one person world I'm forced to live in physically. Anyway.

The trip back wasnt too bad except the thought of coming back to this house.

I want to move anywhere but here once I'm unmiked.

I dont how I'm going to keep my mood up long enough Monday to get to USA and therapy miked up and have the courage to take a chance they know the damage being miked can do to your psychological condition over the length of time I have had to endure the misery it has brought to my life!

God bless, Peace, Love and Knowledge!

Floyd Clifton Wooley