We took the sails, dodger and bimini off and stored them below until we can get back with Ron's truck to bring it all home. I went through each locker and wiped everything I could down with a water/vinegar mix to hopefully impede any mold growth and we packed up every morsel of food we had on board.
We had to take off Sunday morning and so decided it would be best to do our final pump-out on Saturday, which left us running to shore for potty breaks. No biggie, at night I don't usually have to get up at night to go and we made one last run after dinner. We went to bed listening to the wind raging through our rigging, waiting for the forecasted rain. Ron promptly fell asleep and I read for a while, then I layed there listening, once again unable to sleep. At about 3am I couldn't hold it any longer and woke Ron up half joking, "I have to pee....real bad. Are you going to run me to shore or make me pee in the cockpit?" He told me to go in the cockpit. I knew I should have made more of an effort to operate the dingy motor this summer. In all fairness, he would have taken me to shore if I really wanted him to, although as bumpy and windy as it was, I'm not sure I could have made the mad dash to shore. So the cockpit it was. In the wind. In the rain. With my hoodie on and just enough light from shore to see what I was doing. Despite the toilet paper being drenched from the rain, I'd consider this endeavor a success! And probably just the first of many such stories. I apologize for not having any photo evidence of this occassion. Ron offered. I declined. I guess we can check of another milestone now??
|All stripped down for storage :(|