Present company excepted, of course.
Seriously, if you had seen what I have seen in just a few short days out there. Here's the whole story...
Back in April, I bought a cabin cruiser that was docked at Elm Hill. From the beginning, I had strong feelings about getting away from there, but by Memorial Day, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was leaving. People leaving the marina on Thurs, Fri and Sat night so drunk, they couldn't walk. Trashy assed women getting drunk and yelling at their boyfriend/husband on the dock from the parking lot, calling them names I had to look up a few. Car break-ins at every launch ramp are common occurrences, ask me how I know. Fools parking their truck and trailer just exactly like the picture, and worse. Jet-skis running wide open between you and the bank, and you trying to fish the bank. Finally, at my new home, I can go anywhere. I could even go to the Bahamas if I chose. At Priest, about the best you can do is ride in a big circle.
I realize Center Hill is also landlocked, but at least you could find a secluded cove if you wanted to. At Priest, nothing is secluded and nothing is damn sure safe.