Yeah….I had HOPED to come strong with some deep quote from the bible about doubters and naysayers but, truth be told, I’m no theologian. Having said that, we made out like bandits over the weekend and, despite everyone’s concerns, we are fine.
MD and I made it to the boat Friday…he admittedly had a jump start on me and took the time to stock the fridge, icebox, and bar. Friday night started out great…we kicked back and sipped on some chilly refreshments as Benny hooked up the pork chops and gumbo. We got the hatch cut, and figured we’d be all set. After a few hours of just chilling in the cockpit, we decided to hit the rack, as only the errant raindrop was felt. Ben was out in the V-berth…I was on the starboard side rack when the rain set in, and then it started. Rain was coming through the windows, through the hatch, through the roof….The only dry spot was the v-berth.
A funny thing happens after the first 12 hours…you get used to the fatigue, and you get used to being wet all the time. Ben and I more or less slept in shifts the first day and a half, mostly because we just weren’t on the same schedule. Fun was had by all though, we both took the opportunity to swim in the hurricane, as well as wade around the marina parking lot and snap some pics. I’m not so sure if Benny wants me along any more….after two days I was laughing and carrying on like a crazy person…..I think he might be a little concerned about what will happen when I’ve been out on the ocean for a couple months with no outside contact. By the time Sunday night hit, we were both out cold…the rocking of a boat is so relaxing.
Anywho, pics are posted to flickr…there’s a great shot showing the a list of about 30 degrees or so….it got worse a couple times, but mostly once we had laid down. I’m crashing now….so excited to sleep on something dry for a change. Catch you kiddies on the flip side.