The Bayport Cruise Terminal is really out in the middle of nowhere, and I'm not going to lie. We were not happy to see it. But at least they did get us off the ship on Friday. Sitting in the port of Houston for even the one night we had to was depressing. I'm pretty sure if we had to sit overlooking this bleak port for 36 hours bad things might have happened. Scott was already betting he could tightrope the ropes hold us to the dock.