I slept on GANNET Saturday night. She is disorganized, but the starboard side of the v-berth is still clear. I walked down about 8:30 and was passed by no cars or people. Old folks are not out running around at such a late hour.
The night was in the mid-40s and I pulled the light sleeping bag as a quilt over the heavier one I was in and was quite comfortable.
There was no wind and the water completely flat. Not even a ripple. GANNET was as quiet and motionless as if she were in a cradle ashore.
The little boat is no longer self-contained. I have moved all but a few work clothes up to the condo. I have little food there, other than maybe twenty freeze dry dinners. I am down to my last three JetBoil gas canisters out of the case of twenty-four I bought before the start of GANNET’s circumnavigation. When living on board full time a canister lasts me at least two weeks. So I walked back to the condo for breakfast.
It was good to spend the night on board.
Above are two images of the view from our bedroom. I am presently sitting in the chair on the right. I can see the upper two-thirds of GANNET’s mast. Almost high tide. Water is reaching to the multi-trunked live oak whose branches I can touch from our deck. I wonder how long this place will survive. Barring a destructive hurricane, at least for my lifetime—which isn’t saying much—and I hope for Carol’s.
Of GANNET I telephoned Marine Tech last week to try to learn when the rigger will appear. I was told they will get back to me. They haven’t. Sigh.
Of myself, I was partially unstitched this morning. Only a single stitch, which had deliberately been tightened more than the others and needed to be removed earlier. I return in a week to have the rest of the stitches removed. I asked about exercise and was told not to do any push-ups. I resumed my weights and resistance bands last Wednesday and am alternating them six days a week.
Kent and Audrey have piered out, repairing the damage caused by Hurricane Sally surge. Their pier is almost the length of an American football field, 257’6”/78.5 meters and took 515 planks with six screws in each.
Photos, including one of Kent’s pocket, can be found here.
My congratulations to Galloping Horse Marine Construction.