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: