For context since I don’t think I posted, most recreational boaters on the ICW think 50 miles is a good day and average 35 miles per day, so I’m pleased to be besting 80 miles per day with green crew.
I have run straight through the night with solid professional crew using radar to fill in for the Mark I eyeball in the dark. Not happening on this trip. However once we pass Norfolk we’ll set more formal watch schedule and run through Monday night into Tuesday. The owner’s son is a night owl so he’ll take 8-12, the owner is an early bird so he’ll be 4-8 and I get what’s left, 12-4.
Still looks good for Tuesday afternoon arrival as long as nothing goes wrong. Something often goes wrong.
I continue to hope I’m providing some entertainment for those hunkered down.
Just about 6p (1800) so a couple hours of light left. We’re in Chesapeake Bay and will run through the night. About 80 miles to the mouth of the Patuxent River and then an hour or so from there. We’re in good shape unless something breaks. Fourple (is that a word?) checking charts and then I’ll start dinner.
The weather has been benign until about an hour ago. We’re doubling back to Little Creek VA to hunker down. Worked hard to find someplace that didn’t require back tracking. Discretion is the better part of valor.
We safely tied up at Cobb’s Marina in Little Creek at 0100 this morning. Tucked everyone into bed and did some research before turning in myself. Weather looks sporty until midday so I’m tackling a couple of projects this morning. The owner is paying me to be here so I might as well be useful. There is an irritating electrical issue that I should be able to fix permanently and some electronics that are desperately in need of software updates. When the owner’s son wakes up I’ll put him to work catching up on dishes. grin
I have some pictures to share but that will wait until I get home.
I’m thinking red beans and rice for dinner tonight.
I would speak with our freight dispatcher several times a week. She had a southern drawl that was very, let’s say good sounding.
We sometimes had trouble getting hold of her so she gave me her cell phone. A co worker ran with it and looked her up on Facebook and as one of the truck drivers said, drop dead gorgeous.
Miss belle, I’m 63, have all my hair, though it’s
getting a bit long and a pretty good looking guy.
A friend had a 17 foot Whaler center console that we would fish the close rigs out of Galveston, a very nice boat. He usually had to fix something after every trip.
His wife ran a spread sheet detailing all the money he spent and severely cut into our excursions. They moved to the Midwest shortly afterward.
He told me the folks at Missouri River marinas looked at his center console like it was a flying saucer.
AND you like Benno’s blackened oysters too. The wifeacita is very lucky to have a Galveston ‘day tripper’ husband like you. Yes, I keep up with the news down there.
Absolutely ridiculous how several years ago, the city of Galveston spent $20K for a council to figure out in a few days that Daytrippers accounted for at least 50% of the revenue.
We went the weekend before they re-opened the beaches and restaurants. It was nice and quiet to go only. I’m not wild about the beaches being open, it was a perfect storm of 90 degree weather and cabin fever, plus proximity to Houston and that equals complete zoo.
Attempting to settle back into home routine. Catching up on email, some honey-do chores that have been ahem saved for me. There never is any shortage of things to do, quarantine or not.
We’re 657 posts downstream and I may have forgotten some things. My wife and I are mostly working at home and that keeps us busy. The other things that are engaging us: laundry, deep cleaning, weeding, my wife reorganized the living room, sigh playing with the cat, cooking ahead for freezer and home canning, a little dehydrating, a bit of plumbing around the house, playing with the cat some more, TV, changed the oil in our cars, …
A couple of days ago, I mentioned to DW that being out of vacuum bags was driving me crazy–looking at all the dust and dirt accumulating in the corners of every room in the house. She fixed that. Went online late one night and ordered some novels for her reading pleasure, and a pak of vacuum bags for me.
Today, I scrolled through about a hundred pages of 347 on a music website and bought Vinyl albums of Bill Withers, Just As I Am, Ella Fitzgerald/Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong, and
Richie Valens, Richie Valens.
My hunt started innocently enough. I wanted to buy a vinyl album as a “Get Well” gift for a friend that just had major heart surgery at the Cleveland Clinic. (his man cave might rival any recording studio in North America) I figgered, he’s never seen this Richie Valens album in any of the decades he’s shopped record stores and flea markets and record shows and garage sales…
The other two albums are my reward to me for thinking so warmly of him.
but it didn’t work for some reason.
