...that would be as in Landing - Barefoot Landing, where I'm docked at the moment, in the middle of Myrtle Beach's Grand Strand. This is, to my mind, the least enjoyable part of the entire ICW - golf courses either side, or tacky looking waterfront houses built for tourists - only a few really nice looking places, pretty much in the $5 - $10 million range. The only good thing about this section is that it leads to the Waccamaw River, which is just gorgeous. Forest and marsh to both sides, and deep, clear water.
I was thinking about pelicans today - lots of them about, but it's a tough life being a pelican. When a pelican wants to eat, it flys up about ten, maybe fifteen feet, until it sees a fish. It then folds its wings and slams down on that fish facefirst. If it gets it, it lifts its head, gulps a few times and swallows it whole. If it misses, it puts its beak down and looks as if nothing happened, trying not to look ashamed of missing that fish!
Imagine you are a pelican. You're hungry - so you slam your face down into a plate and then look at the ceiling and gulp down whatever you were able to grab. Not so bad for veggies or meat, but can you imagine how messy mashed potatoes would be? Yuck! And spaghetti - lift your head and have strands of spaghetti falling all around your cheeks. Messy that.
Now, next time you're at dinner with a group, imagine they're all pelicans, and they're all slamming their faces down into their plates to eat. And if that doesn't leave you laughing and gasping for breath at the image - much less what it'll do to you at that dinner table....