M.E. and I slept in late this morning after last nights driving escapade. She cleaned up the boat and put away laundry while I took the car to do some last minute shopping around town. I picked up a new Steaming/Deck light from West Marine and then made a quick stop at my favorite store of all time Walmart. By the time I had arrived back at the dock she had the last of everything that was going home outside and we began loading up the car. I feel so bad for her right now. We did a 9+ hour ride to New Orleans, woke up drove 3 hours to Jackson, MS., woke up again the next day for the 11 hour ride to St Augustine, then this morning she has to drive back to New Orleans by herself, sleep a few hours then back to Jackson. This whole thing ended up being not the best idea, but its behind us now and we are both just looking forward to getting South.
|Northeasterly Blowing In|
Throughout the day I did some cleaning and putting some final things away. In reality this means I cleaned up my mess from before by throwing everything into the Vberth. Similar to how people in homes sweep it under the rug or push it under the bed. Tom stopped by this morning to pick up the enclosure. I had some changes I wanted made and also needed a new dodger for the front. Its only been a little over a year and the entire thing has fogged out completely. I’m not to happy about this one but so be it.
The evening was quickly approaching as I tried to wrap things up then all of a sudden M.E. calls.
Matt: Whats up?
M.E.: I’m broke down at a gas station off I-10 and my car is smoking really bad.
Matt: What do you mean smoking?
M.E.: Just what I said, smoking.
Things just keep getting better and better for us. She calls AAA and they come out to pick her up with a tow truck and take her to the nearest repair shop. Something had rusted out on the bottom of her car and was causing power steering fluid to trip then smoke when landing on the hot metal. I’m not quite sure what they did but she was back on the road and headed for New Orleans within a couple of hours. Meanwhile I’m downtown grabbing a beer and some food when I receive another call from Michelle a friend of mine that lives at Hidden Harbor. She is calling to inform me that some friends of mine are dragging down the river and can’t get their anchors to set. I head back home to help them get all straightened out. It took about two hours, three dinghies, and 5 people but we all made it happen and a huge thanks to everyone that came out and helped especially Scott and Aaron. Its now a little past midnight and I am beat. Time for some sleep around here.