I don’t know what I have to put in my Garmin to find this party cove but all I know is I must find out. We have a yacht, that while appearing to be dangerously top heavy, is still just the right size to fit a dude in a captain’s hat and his two bitties. We have another couple chicks just lounging sipping drinks and jet skiing. We’ve got two dope fish taking a suntan break, and we have a wierd shrimp/ crawdad thing sitting on a surfboard. That’s my kind of party. Be sure to bring this bad boy along next time you go Tanktopping by the beach and make everywhere you are into Party Cove.