Hiatus

Well, the cold brought us temporarily back to Tuscaloosa. It's a mixed blessing. It's great to see folks again, to take a hot bath, to sleep in a big, dry bed. But I can't count the times I've run into people at the grocery store and had the "I thought you were supposed to be on the boat!" reaction. So I've memorized my "well, it's temporarily on hold because we might have gotten hypothermia sitting in an open cockpit for 28 hours while we crossed the gulf."

So I've begun compiling a list of things I need to do while I'm in town and not in school. I feel like this is the last time in many years that I will genuinely be free, so here goes:

Learn to do a handstand.
Complete 10 paintings.
Learn basic wiring.
Cook exotic meals.

I held a handstand for 3 seconds today, have completed two paintings, and I found a good recipe for Chicken Tikka Masala that gives a preparation+cooking time of two and half hours. I'm getting there.

Some Port St. Joe Style Bitchin'

Alright, Port St. Joe was okay for a few days, but now the fact that we have to go to the same two places to escape the boat every day is beginning to wear on us. We can only drink so many cups of coffee and read so many books. It's boat purgatory again here, every one waiting for a weather window to leave but in the meantime just talking about how cold it is. And while 30 degrees is livable, 15 degrees at night, sitting in a open cockpit for hours with a strong wind on you...Not so much.

And now we're conflicted as to what to do when we do get above-freezing weather. All this trip we've been telling ourselves, "we've just got to make it to Tampa. Everything will be warm in Tampa." But that's not the case anymore. Tampa is just as cold as everywhere else. Ugh. Even Key West has apparently been 50 degrees. So maybe we'll come back home and finish this trip in March when we can feel our noses? The headline on the weather channel a few days ago was "Florida's Coldest Winter in Over 25 Years!" Poseidon hates us. Oh, and I got a head cold. So I just want to lay in bed all the time (see right; my room). Word. Oh yeah, and our water tanks aren't working properly and the marina turns off shore water to avoid freezing the pipes. So we have no water a lot of the time. Fabulous.

But! We got a care package form my aunt a few days ago which included pralines. Pralines bring out some competitive, hoarding side in all of us. I can't ask Dad to hand me a praline because I know he'll give me the ones with the least pecans. Because I would do the same thing to him. My aunt and her friend even broke them up into individually labeled bags with each of our names on them to keep them safe. There was a fourth bag labeled "For Emergencies Only!" so we keep hoping some emergency situation will arise that will let us break into those. "My feet are cold! Is that an emergency?" "My head kind of hurts! Is that an emergency?" Pralines are not safe on this boat.

So, we cook and bake things to heat up the boat. We read and do crossword puzzles to pass the time. The point of all of this is, we fully understand the phrase "cabin fever" now. We've got to make a move either east or west sometime soon before we freeze to death in Sunny Florida!

PS: Roll Tide!

Stranded!

So, we're stranded in Port St. Joe. We came here to wait for a weather window to make a crossing in the gulf, but as the marina likes to brag is the case with everyone, we ended up staying for over a week. There are people here from all over. A family from New Zealand who up and left on an adventure, a Canadian couple cruising, a British and Jamaican couple who pronounce my name "Raychale!"


This town is neat. It's small, but that means everything we need is within walking distance. And people here are talkative. I've talked to people about the local hot sauce industry, talked to people about Russian cinema, and talked to cops about a possible incident involving a golf cart in the ocean on New Year's Eve. Easily the best stop yet! People have good stories if you ask them.

Mom's making friends, too.

The pelicans here are really noisy when they hit the water while they're fishing. A fact about pelicans: They turn completely upside down before they hit the water in order to see what they're trying to catch.

And the dolphins are total hooligans here. We'll wake up in the middle of the night to a lot of noisy snorting sounds only to realize there are dolphins right next to our boat in the marina. A different sort of rude neighbors.

The jam for this trip: