Island West in a tent in the parking lot, as close to the grease dumpster as you can get. You need wheels from RV's going by your head a couple of feet away, dust from trucks, crumby music and stale cigarette smoke coming from the bar, then you know you're slumming just enough to make you want to get out of your tent at 4 AM (because hey, it just gets worse at 5 AM)--
And then you're off in your boat, sucking down coffee as you head through Carolina Channel or Alpha Passage, on your way to Nooky Heaven out on theNooky Super Highway, about 30 minutes ahead of the Uke flotilla (thanking the Lord that you didn't get too comfortable in your feather bed motel where you would of crawled out of that way-too-comfortable bed at 6 AM and by then, would have been eating the flotilla's fumes and getting your coffee rocked to hell by their rooster tail wakes....
I had a guy once tell me (he was a fish-catching machine): ..."don't ever get too comfortable when you fish, and always stay a little hungry-- you'll catch more...."