Projects to finish before we leave: Dave is repainting the frame of our bank of windows on the cabin ceiling. Takes several coats with drying in between.
Saturday there was a high school sailing competition at our marina. Teams came from Atlanta, Charleston, Jacksonville and more. The parents lined up on the marina dock and the shore much like soccer moms back in South Dakota. Such a different life, but so many similarities.
Sunday, I sang with the church choir again. Then since we had a rental car, I made Dave spend a day as a tourist. We drove to Jekyll Island about 10 miles from here. It is a state park now, but was winter home to many wealthy people in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s. The Jekyll Island Club Hotel is still there along with surrounding “cottages” that were homes of the Morgans, Pulitzers, Vanderbilts, Rockefellars and Cranes. Just checked the rates and they range from $190-$500/night.
We had lunch at a raw bar on the water of the ICW. I had shrimp, but Dave had the platter with shrimp, mussels and crawfish. We haven’t had crawfish since we left Alabama so he was in heaven.
We spent the day walking around the grounds and on the beach. Dave is enjoying his “new eyes”.
Monday-Wednesday were spent on projects, running errands, and provisioning the boat. Being in water that is colder than we have been in the past, we are finding the inside of the hull is damp and has mildew. So we are cleaning out storage areas, tossing, and regrouping, again.
When food is brought to the boat, it has to be repackaged for the freezer or refrigeration. We get rid of cardboard packaging (will get damp and carries bugs in some places). We are marking the lids of all of our canned goods, since some labels mildewed. And we are bagging all of our canned goods with like foods before they go into storage. All paper products have to be bagged. Ziplock is a good company to invest with now that I am buying mega amounts of all sizes of bags.
Tuesday was my birthday. Since we are on a permanent vacation, celebrating on the exact day doesn’t mean as much anymore. We did go out for breakfast on St Simon’s Island at Cafe Frederica. We shared a cinnamon roll, smoked salmon eggs Benedict, and a crab meat omelet. No sides, so we managed all of it. I enjoyed greetings through e-mails, Facebook, texts, phone calls and FaceTime with Garrett and Claire singing Happy Birthday to me (great nephew and niece). They called while we were pumping the head on our boat. So I was able to show them the hose that sucks out our poop. That created the exact squeals we were hoping for.
|returning the boat to our slip after pump out|